Point-of-View: Parmila Kaur
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"D-damn it, what...what the hell are we supposed to do!?" Exclaimed Nevon in anguish, before Miyuru quickly grabbed his arm and teleported him a few meters away as Zoelle's corpse flung another metal rod at him.
"We...we don't have a choice, there's only one option. W-we have to destroy them, before they can destroy us...," I stated bitterly, as I formed a barrier wall to block an incoming wind blast, fired by the corpses of one of the other of our members.
"Y-you mean kill them? A-are you serious?" Responded Umeka shakily, as the puppeteered corpses of our friends then jumped down from the balcony, landing on the lawn with quiet thuds.
