"Fire Magic: Fire Flight!"
Flame came bursting out of the sole of Ashrosaliera's shoes. As she fell with the undeads, she angled her body at an angle. She propelled herself with great force, diving towards where Zofia had collapsed.
"You stupid windhead!"
Ashrosaliera spread her limbs wide, shielding Zofia with her body. She endured and covered for the beastman as piles and piles of rotten, smelly, and loud undead corpses dropped onto her body, burying them. Yet, how fortunate that the corpses weren't moving after dropping down.
The scene was a hectic mess; the cave was now just a mountain of motionless human flesh and fabric. Zofia Adinberg and Ashrosaliera Säpphroaleryst were buried somewhere underneath all that; if they were alive, they would be crawling out right now.
But nothing seems to happen.
There was no sound, there was no beating of the heart, just the occasional ragdolling of corpses falling from the top to the bottom of the mound.
