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"{Spirit Wind Feather Rain}!"
Nyphenne, the daughter that looked the most like her mother, Nephiana, unleashed a storm of projectiles, firing hundreds of feathers made out of emerald winds and cosmic energy.
The projectiles rapidly descended, piercing the zombies' bodies and shredding them all into pieces, one after another, they all dropped dead, falling apart into countless fragments of flesh and bones.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"SHAAAH!"
A gigantic zombie hydra snake hissed at her, rushing towards Nyphenne, and firing a triple beam of cosmic void and nether, capable of easily killing Great Gods back in Genesis. My daughter swiftly evaded the attacks as they chased her, using her long, dexterous wings to evade.
"HYAAAH!"