In the surging darkness, there were restless souls unwilling to remain dormant, who, at the slightest sound, pushed open the stone sarcophagi sealing them in, eager to unleash their resentment on the living beings of this world.
The next moment, as half of his body just managed to crawl out, a Holy Light Warhammer ablaze with fervent flames smashed onto him, shattering him along with his grave into pieces.
Within the darkness, a divine light flickered, illuminating that slightly chubby face, even though it bore a determined look in the eyes.
Behind the lively little Paladin, a slender figure made a remark.
"Karen, have you put on some weight recently?"
Like a cat with its fur on end, Paladin Karen swung her warhammer, which was taller than she was, flattening a skeleton that had peaked its head out.
"Not at all! I haven't gotten fat from eating sweets!"
