Leela's dark magic had birthed an army of the undead, their numbers growing like relentless weeds in the land surrounding the tribe. With every passing moment, the horde multiplied, a grim reminder of the malevolent power that had conjured them. Panic and urgency filled the air as the tribe members scrambled to defend themselves.
Sarah acted swiftly, her instincts kicking in as she dragged a fire pit into a nearby clay pot. Working alongside Marcella, they fashioned fire arrows, the flames casting an eerie glow in the darkness. The urgency of the situation was palpable as they readied themselves for the impending battle.
"SOUND THE ALARM!" Marcella's voice rang out with command, the fiery arrows streaking through the night sky as a signal of danger.
