After the young necromancer performed the ritual, a tall female figure rose from the ground, with a pale face and glassy, empty eyes. Turning her head to the necromancer, she spoke, shaking the air around with the weight of words.

"Oh no... Am I alive again? Ugh, damn it! Eternal peace has been replaced by the horror of being again..."

The girl sighed gloomily, staring at the ground and muttering softly.

"God knows, I didn't want to live my life again..."