When the ashen undead knight peeked through the hole in the defensive wall created by the outrageously powerful attack, what or rather who she saw was...
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"Well, this is rather awkward..."
Zombie sighed, furrowing his brows while dragging the fourth knocked-down zombie horse back to the toppled wagon before Cranberry went and rolled it back in the proper position.
"How much stronger that primal thunder was...?"
The red-haired girl asked as she started picking up the boxes with fish and stacking them back on the wagon.
The problem was that because of the power and heat of the attack, all the ice created by the ashen undead melted off leaving the wet smelly cargo in a rather pitiful state.
"I guess around four or six times. It was really something, though the backlash was rather... unexpected."
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