The battle raged on, the air thick with tension and flickering embers from the ruined marketplace.
Samael suddenly shifted his stance, stabbing his golden-intricate sword into the ground. The air around him darkened, the very space twisting as his King's Presence expanded. A low hum resonated, unnatural and eerie, sending a chill through the battlefield.
Elric instinctively stepped back, his grip tightening on his trident. Then, the ground within a circular radius of Samael trembled. Corpses of fallen civilians and warriors—some barely recognizable—began to twitch, their lifeless forms convulsing as if grasping for existence.
With an emotionless gaze, Samael whispered, "Rise."
A grotesque scene unfolded. Bodies jerked upright with unnatural movements, their eyes hollow and glowing with a dim, greenish hue. Their mouths gaped open, but no breath escaped—only the sound of shifting bones and dragging flesh. A dozen undead figures now stood between Samael and Elric.
