Ophelia raised an eyebrow. "You're giving me freedom this quickly. Aren't you afraid I'll command the corpse horde to drown you?"
"What do I have to be afraid of?" Phield shrugged indifferently.
With so many Divine Chosen present, they could tear you apart in an instant.
"Hmph. Ignorance breeds fearlessness. Fine. But I need some time to recover my divine power."
Instinctively unwilling to resist, Ophelia hesitated briefly before agreeing. Her fleshy tail swayed restlessly. After a short rest, she raised her hand, and a magnificent orb appeared, radiating a strange gray-white glow. Several unique mental links slowly extended outward.
The wandering corrupted corpses suddenly froze in unison. A divine mark belonging to Ophelia appeared on their foreheads before sinking into their flesh. The corpses seemed to gain a semblance of awareness, glancing around as if they had been given souls.
