The World Of Zombies

In the heart of the desolation that once thrived as Ascendara, Eldric, fueled by a righteous anger, summoned the last reserves of his power. A massive sword of pure light materialized in his hands, its radiance a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness. "Zorvax!" Eldric bellowed, his voice echoing with fury. "Your reign of terror ends now! For every soul you've tainted, for every life you've stolen, I will have your defeat!"

His face twisted in a visage of determination and wrath, Eldric raised the light sword high. "This ends with you, Zorvax. Divine Judgement be upon you!" With these words, Eldric unleashed his final move, a cascade of divine energy that sought to purge the darkness with its blinding purity.

Zorvax, facing the oncoming storm of light, merely smiled, an eerie calmness in his demeanor. "So, the end is finally upon us," he murmured, almost in appreciation of Eldric's resolve. "Let's see which fate the gods favor today."