Earth still roared in agony. Across the expanse of asphalt desert and concrete that had once been the proud metropolis of humanity, the tidal wave of death showed no sign of receding. On the contrary, the sea of living corpses felt denser, fiercer, and more endless than ever.
"Hah… hah… Damn it, where the hell are all these rotting vermin coming from?!" Aurellia complained, her breathing hard and ragged. The magic staff in her hand still radiated glowing red embers, yet the intensity of her flames was no longer as bright as it had been a few hours earlier. Around her, thousands of zombie carcasses had already been reduced to ash, yet thousands more kept surging forward, climbing over the piled corpses of their own kind just to reach the living prey.
