"He is our last hope!"
An experienced elder said in a deep voice, his hair snowy white but still firm, as he tried to stabilize the emotions of others.
As the aftermath of the battle spread, they felt the deathly aura in the air intensifying.
The island began to tremble, the earth seemed to roar in anger, and this turmoil only made them more panic-stricken.
Everyone understood in their hearts that if they lost the leader, they might never be able to control the Undead or harness the Power of Death again.
"Look around!"
A young wizard pointed to the sky, where the Undead that had once been summoned started to float and sway chaotically.
These Undead lost their targets and direction, like headless flies, no longer obeying the commands of their summoner.
They wandered everywhere, hovering and lamenting in this land of despair, continuously emitting mournful cries.
The pride and arrogance of the past now turned to dust.
