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The undead... and the arrogant Harranian warlocks. Any servant of Arselia could easily destroy their puppets. And even the priests of other gods wouldn't have to expend much effort. Even Camistella herself could easily destroy an entire squad of lower undead. And yet, the resurrected dead were the ones responsible for these dark deeds. It wasn't as if this citizen had rotted away from illness...
– And you were right, my bodyguard, – Camistella grimaced, as the decaying corpse pleased her sense of beauty no more than, perhaps, Erisha did at that moment. Then she whispered: – This is clearly a resurrected dead. Can I burn it with magic? I'm not as good in combat as one of my friends, but I can handle this undead. They even stood together so conveniently...
Despite her status, Camistella preferred to take a position behind the other passengers, away from the presumed Harranian zombies.
– And you were right, my bodyguard, – Camistella grimaced, as the decaying corpse pleased her sense of beauty no more than, perhaps, Erisha did at that moment. Then she whispered: – This is clearly a resurrected dead. Can I burn it with magic? I'm not as good in combat as one of my friends, but I can handle this undead. They even stood together so conveniently...
Despite her status, Camistella preferred to take a position behind the other passengers, away from the presumed Harranian zombies.