Renny had even used his fracture spells, yet the zombie kept rising. Relentless.
"Are you done yet?" he shouted over the creature's snarls.
"Barely!" Myla called back. "There's hardly any remnant here, I can barely fill a quarter of the cup!"
Renny grimaced. "Fine. We'll open another."
"Okay!" she said, stepping away from the coffin.
"Get back," he warned. In one motion, he grabbed the zombie by the neck and heaved it upward, then slammed it back into the grave. The ground shook with the impact. Working together, they dragged the coffin lid shut and shoveled soil over it as fast as they could.
"Let me see the cup," Renny said, holding out a hand. She passed it over, and he frowned at the faint shimmer of soul remnants swirling at the bottom. "Damn. We're going to be at this for a while."
Myla sighed. "Uh-huh."
