Gloria flick her wrist sending the wave of reddish orange crescent wave of plasma fire instantly vaporizing the undead who were still crawling out of the portal.
Their rotting flesh creating the rancid smell of the underground basement, a miasma of greenish fog filled the room, threatening to leak out, which Helen was casually holding back.
After all, this stench is nothing to them, their bodies or rather soul passively purifying it but for the normal people this is a death sentence, as even the slight whiff of this air would corrupt their body and turn them into the undead.
"What do you mean? I didn't threaten you with my daughter, Do you think I am that dumb?"
Gloria asked Helen confused not understanding why she was saying this while her flames were practically circling around the bluish green glowing portal killing those undead as she was trying to think of why Helen was even saying this.
