That is the Soul Fire of the undead...
Only to see those Yan Sha Elves, long turned to skeletons, sitting up from the ground!
The deep blue light slowly burns in their eye sockets, as their bones creak and slowly rise from the earth!
"A...po...phis..."
Their mandibles constantly tremble, countless mechanical and rigid voices emanate from various corners of Sorrow Cliff.
They pick up those rusty weapons buried in the ruins for who knows how long, and slowly move.
Watching these suddenly revived Elf Undead, Aurora looks on in astonishment.
"Mind connection..."
She gazes blankly at Uria in the distance, murmuring in complexity.
Uria slowly ascends into the sky.
The black Power of the Abyss continually gathers on Him.
His body rapidly swells up, tumors writhe, and Scale Armor flips.
In moments, He becomes a massive thing composed of black flesh and barbed Scale Armor, barely resembling human form.
