David looked at the Bloodline Wizard Leader before him, his expression grave.
The leader had completely transformed into a terrifying undead bloodline creature, the surrounding undead sweeping in like a chilling wind, filled with an aura of death and despair.
Those undead, formed from slain creatures, roamed recklessly under his guidance, ever ready to pounce on any living being.
David was secretly on high alert, sensing that the oppressive feeling in the air was thicker than before, as if the power of death was binding his mind like invisible chains.
He took a deep breath and pushed the powers of wind, water, earth, and fire elements to their extreme simultaneously.
"Power of Wind!" he shouted, condensing a fresh yet violent air current in his hand, forming an intense whirlwind.
This whirlwind surged instantly, blowing away the lingering undead aura, allowing David to gain some space as he moved.
