#unbreakableresolve

The city of Eugene loomed ahead, its streets a labyrinth of possibilities and uncertainties. The four horsemen pedaled onward, their bikes gliding through the desolate streets as the sun sank lower in the sky. The urgency of their mission weighed heavily on their minds.

Rachelle glanced at Erzabet, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and curiosity. "Erzabet, can you make another phylactery? We'll need all the help we can get to control the approaching horde."

Erzabet's gaze met Rachelle's, her eyes flickering with ancient wisdom and a hint of sorrow. She let out a sigh, a cloud of uncertainty hanging in the air. "Creating a new phylactery is no simple task, Rachelle. It requires a unique and potent essence to amplify the power of the music."

Tailor's brows furrowed with intrigue. "What kind of essence are you talking about, Erzabet?"

Erzabet hesitated for a moment, a veil of secrecy veiling her true knowledge. "To control such a vast number of zombies, the music needs to be fueled by a special blood. It must come from someone with a deep connection to the source of their creation."

Rachelle's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing inquisitively. "And where can we find such blood?"

Erzabet's voice held a tinge of evasion, as she chose her words carefully. "The blood we need is tied to those who have a profound connection to the origins of this world and the powers that shape it."

Tailor exchanged a knowing glance with Trace, their curiosity piqued. They sensed that Erzabet was withholding information, but understood her reasons for doing so.

Trace spoke up, his tone gentle but insistent. "Erzabet, we trust you, but we need to understand. How can we obtain this specific blood?"

Erzabet's eyes softened, revealing a hint of sympathy. "The blood we require comes from those associated with the Illuminati. That's how they're controlling them from so far away."

Rachelle's brows furrowed with concern. "But Erzabet, how did you get the first phylactery?"

Erzabet's lips pressed to a thin line, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "In due time, dear friends, the path will reveal itself. The journey we embark on is a testament to our resilience and determination. Trust that the answers will come when the time is right."

Tailor's hand tightened around the handlebars of his bike, his mind grappling with the enigma before them. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but he knew that they had to press on.

"Erzabet, we trust your guidance," Tailor said firmly, his voice filled with determination. "If this is the path we must take to save humanity, then we will find a way. We will face the challenges head-on and protect those who still stand against the horde."

Trace nodded in agreement, his eyes shining with unwavering resolve. "We've faced countless trials already, and this is just one more obstacle to overcome. We'll uncover the secrets and do whatever it takes to fulfill our mission."