Piercing the neck of the final Undead, I twisted my Khopesh and listened to the satisfying crack of its spine as the monster fell limp at my feet, before it began to liquify and dissipate now that it was truly dead.
The clearing was silent now that the last of the monsters had been taken care of, but still the stench of decay and disease lingered in the air, permeating each breath we took and pervading the ground we stood on, something that we all noticed as we held our weapons at the ready, wondering if there was something hidden nearby.
Ammit had the final monster still trapped inside a cage of lightning, its body locked thanks to the static shocks coursing through its veins, and as she waved away the cage, the golden Demoness took a step forwards and crouched beside the wolf she had captured, inspecting its body and muttering to herself like usual as she tried to figure out what caused these monsters to rise from the dead.
