"Flames of the raging ancestors, heat of an unending battle, power of destructive beings, I summon!"
The voice behind these words wasn't familiar to me. It was coming from where the magician was, I could sum up that the voice belonged to him. At the same time, I couldn't comprehend how it was possible.
'He can speak our language?! But how?!' As I was running towards the teleportation circle with my followers, my brain stormed.
'Isn't he a brainless undead too, so how could he speak to begin with?!' I couldn't understand. 'Then… Could it be a memory of his that he knows so well, he can remember it even when dead?! Or, is he a part of our kind because it's Hazel who is the origin to his zombification?!'
'What the!' While I was running, I noticed how my path along with the surroundings before me grew brighter. It was as if the town was finally getting its lights!
