As Eveloria stood amidst the eerie congregation of the reanimated dead, a surreal tableau unfolded before her. The quietude of the lifeless town had been shattered, and the corpses, once dormant, had come alive in a grotesque symphony.
The eerie ensemble started with a chilling buildup. Limbs twitched and turned, and heads swiveled in eerie unison, all eyes fixated upon Eveloria. The very air seemed to crackle with a cacophony of bone snapping and sinews stretching. Skulls, like morbid flowers blooming from the dusty ground, rose to greet the spectacle, their cracked teeth oozing blood that fell like crimson rain.
Eveloria remained in a trance, her presence the epicenter of this unnatural ballet. Pale, with eyes vacant, she stood ensnared by a power beyond comprehension.
