Zeraphina didn't waste another second. Her raspy and venomous voice, vibrating with dark satisfaction, cut through the tense air like a blade.
"TEAR THEM APART."
The command ignited her horde.
Hundreds of zombies erupted forward in one monstrous surge, their growls ripping through the morning air like broken thunder. The ground trembled beneath their frantic charge, and the entire forest behind them seemed to shake as if it, too, feared the army it had sheltered.
Camila's eyes widened— not with fear, but with the cold calculation of someone who has already seen death and refused to bow to it. She stretched her hands outward, channeling her spell again.
But before the shield could fully form, Soda was beside her, placing a firm hand on her arm.
"Camila, stop...there are way too many for you alone," she said sharply, her voice steady despite the sea of monsters rushing toward them. "We've been training for weeks. We can handle this. Valkyrie isn't here… but we've got this."
