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Tensions rise high in the city, for the zombies seems inexhaustible. It seems as though nothing shall be able to be done to stop them from coming, even as the foreigners of Vatheon grow wearier and wearier, and the glow from the coral, Lamufao itself, grows dimmer and dimmer.
But not all is lost.
Suddenly, the temperature in Vatheon is scorching, scorching hot and dry. And the merpeople cannot bear such heat, not away from their natural element, and so, one by one, they collapse. The heat saps all strength from everyone outside, but it is far more devastating to the undead creatures, so that even as they fall, their rotting bodies quickly turn to what is nothing more than dust. The heat slowly fades away, as if controlled, just for this purpose.
And then, just like that, they are gone.
And the city stands silent.
But not all is lost.
Suddenly, the temperature in Vatheon is scorching, scorching hot and dry. And the merpeople cannot bear such heat, not away from their natural element, and so, one by one, they collapse. The heat saps all strength from everyone outside, but it is far more devastating to the undead creatures, so that even as they fall, their rotting bodies quickly turn to what is nothing more than dust. The heat slowly fades away, as if controlled, just for this purpose.
And then, just like that, they are gone.
And the city stands silent.