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The corpses moved. They staggered forward, swaying their split skulls and entrails dragging behind them. Severed arms and legs lay in pools of blood as the quiet night filled with their guttural groans.
Uuuhhh…
Uuuuhhhh…
Uuuhhh…
Every alley was teeming with zombies. Every street overflowed with corpses. Serati watched the horrific scene unfold from the rooftop of a building. She let out a faint lament.
“Oh, goddess….”
There were too many corpses. Far too many. Dozens? Hundreds? No. Such small numbers were laughable. By even the most conservative estimate, there were at least three thousand of them. How else could everything in sight be nothing but corpses?
What have I done?
She turned to look at the black-haired young man who had dragged this hellish reality into existence—her new master. Karnak stood there, grinning with satisfaction as he gazed upon the city of the dead.
“This should be enough, don’t you think?”
“Now we can rescue Priest Alius and Mister Riltaine,” Varos replied.
“Come to think of it, this is the first time I’m going to save someone other than you,” Karnak said.
“Same here. Never thought I’d be helping anyone but you, young master.”
Regret washed over Serati. Perhaps she could have stopped this. If only she hadn’t spoken so carelessly, maybe the rivers wouldn’t have been dyed red.
She muttered once more, “…What have I done?”
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