"You mean that we might be overrun by the undead soon!?" Blake had a bad feeling about this.
"That is highly possible…. Your race did not burn its corpses like we used to do before the reset. So this means any corpses above or underground that has bathed in mana and soaked up some of this rain will rise…." Lillia also had a bad feeling.
"Alright. We will end our little party here." Blake stood up and turned to Bret. "Have everyone outside come back now. We can not risk them being trapped. We will need to form a defensive line if we really are about to come under a zombie apocalypse.
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Further away, Grace sat behind her desk with a grim expression. "Are you sure this happened? Those dragons and elves actually attacked the city and lost?"
