It was a very low song.
But in this lifeless place, it echoed well off the walls.
It was surprising to know that a person was in such a terrible place, and that person was even singing, for that matter.
After all, the undead were easily triggered.
They were lifeless, mindless beings that fed on the brains of the living.
Singing in such a place was an obvious test of Fate.
However, this person continued to sing, and even though the zombies heard it, they did not rush for a juicy bite.
Rather, they continued with their activities, ignoring the singing like it was not there.
Ella walked around as she traced the sound of the voice.
As she did, she noticed that the Negative magic became stronger the deeper she went.
Instantly, she waved her hand, and her Green bow appeared like it was always there.
She pulled at its string, and Holy Power gathered around its edge as a white arrow made out of Holy Power formed.