Jevan raised his hand and threw a new set of playing cards into the air. They began to spin rapidly, forming a small vortex before instantly transforming into a swarm of black crows that rushed toward Jackson, emitting sounds resembling sharp caws but deeper, harsher, as if they came from the mouths of demons. The flying feathers of the crows filled the entire room.
Jackson didn't step back or try to escape. Instead, he raised the black pen in his right hand, rolling it between his fingers before whispering incomprehensible words. The tattoos on the arms of the corpses lying on the ground skull marks suddenly glowed, releasing thick black smoke that filled the room, making it impossible for Jevan to see.
The dead bodies began to move again. Soon, they stood up from the floor. As they rose, their bodies started to swell, their faces twisted, and their eyes turned completely white.
