Whoosh—the sound of the evening wind blowing across the level graveyard.
In just thirty minutes, the endless tide of corpses had become fragments scattered across the ground. Even the tombstones had been smashed beyond recognition, while some severed zombie heads still howled stubbornly.
Paired with those green-glowing eyes in the night, it was rather pretty if one did not look too closely.
Well, it seemed the beautiful fireflies Indian wizards spoke of truly lived up to their name.
"Ryan, that's it? It's over already?" Kate stared with her huge cat eyes, disappointment written all over her face.
"Kate, you can wait a little longer." With a mysterious smile, Ryan pointed at a zombie nearby with only half its head left. "Look."
Kate looked where Ryan was pointing and saw a tombstone near the zombie begin to tremble slowly.
Without any special effects or obvious magical glow, the ground seemed to come alive, crunching as it swallowed the zombie's severed limbs and the broken pieces of tombstone back down.
Then the crunching sounds began to spread, drawing steadily closer from the distance.
Ryan had noticed long ago that the greatest expense of Zombie Trail was neither the zombies nor the Remora Fish, but this land itself.
The zombies were made from the corpses of paupers, and India had no shortage of those.
The Remora Fish were local specialties as well, so they cost nothing.
But this stretch of land had required at least a hundred wizards to gather and cast complex, permanent spells. Even its later upkeep only required one or two wizards to replenish it with magic.
One could even say it needed no replenishment at all. Few wizards could deal with so many corpses. Magic was like stamina to wizards; no matter how powerful a single spell was, trying