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Mogiana raised the Potion Chalice in her hand.
Within the Potion Chalice, energy surged. The stored Magic Wind energy was unleashed by the Lake God Witch, thunder rumbled within the clouds, and Mogiana softly chanted a Magic Spell, guiding the power of lightning.
"Ahhh!" The male peasant, appearing to be around thirty years old, was terrified, falling onto the ground and scrambling backward, faced with over a dozen zombies and several ghouls.
Zombies are the lowest rank of undead, resurrected immediately after death. These undead have lost all consciousness, even their instincts, knowing only to attack enemies under the control of an Undead Mage or Vampire Leader. These corpses' eyes glowed with a blue soul fire, stepping closer to the peasant one step at a time.
