On the Legendary Battlefield,
Veronica took a few steps back, her gaze fixed intently on the White Bone Cross emitting an eerie glow in Garrison's hand.
The cross was pieced together from pale white bones, each joint seemingly corroded by evil, its surface covered with fine cracks.
A ghostly green light flickered within the cracks, like flames of death dancing.
Veronica felt a dangerously intense aura rushing towards her, icy cold, as if it could penetrate her soul and freeze her blood.
She instantly realized that the Undead Artifact in Garrison's hand, made from her severed arm, was no ordinary item.
The dense and ominous Undead aura around the cross was like a tangible black mist, swirling and rolling, as if countless Vengeful Spirits were struggling and roaring within it.
Veronica did not hesitate at all, a flash of decisiveness in her eyes.
A sudden flash of light appeared in her left hand, and a crimson Snake Scale Whip materialized out of thin air.
