The moment hung brittle as glass. Lin Fang exhaled with a tired resignation, the kind that comes when the world keeps pushing, and a man stops retreating. His voice barely left his throat, yet the air itself seemed to lean in to catch the words. "Looks like I have no choice… Activate. Rise of the Undead."
A pulse of cold burst from him.
The ground fissured under him, a quiet groan turning into a thunderous rumble.
The ground cracked as a colossal skeletal shadow erupted upward. The 300-foot Undead Anaconda Queen materialized with a groan of ancient bones, rotted scales hanging off like war-tattered banners. Its monstrous form skyrocketed behind Lin Fang, blotting out the pale morning light.
Before anyone could gasp, four elephantine undead monsters lumbered out after it, their tusks cracked, their steps leaving dents like meteor impacts. For a heartbeat, the battlefield forgot how to breathe.
Screams tore through the crowd in panic.
