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Caleb's POV

I had heard stories, myths about the dead rising and fighting wars for the witches. It was a myth that I had for long taken to be just a myth. Now that I was seeing it with my two bare eyes, I had no other choice but to believe.

The dead beings, some covered in patches of skin, some having their skeletons sticking out of their decaying skin. They seemed to be controlled by an unseen force as they just kept on walking, ignoring the people that were running helter skelter. I didn't know why they were acting this way.

"Oh, my fucking wolfsbane," I muttered as I stopped suddenly on the stairs. I just could not believe what I was seeing. "Dead warriors," I muttered. "Where did they come from?"

"Probably from Queen Zelda," Alana replied and I turned sharply to see her staring at the dead army, not showing any hint of fear. All that was shown in her eyes were just pure anger.

"Queen Zelda?" I mumbled in confusion. "Queen of the witches?"

"Yes," Alana answered as she clenched her
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