Undead race can no longer stand idly by

Although the island's power could obliterate low-level undead, Alex doubted it could kill Sovereign level beings or pseudo-gods. There had to be a secret hidden here.

Death Spirit sent a clone onto the island. It was instantly vaporized. Alex paused, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

The power emanating from the island resembled the Angel race's holy light, capable of purifying all things.

No, it wasn't quite like holy light. It was more akin to the energy radiating from the core of will.

"Queen, that energy is strange. Please don't approach the island!" Death Spirit warned as Alex stepped forward.

"I know," Alex replied, stopping at the island's edge and slowly extending her arm.

A brilliant golden light flared, attempting to purify her. Alex had already prepared to use undead to shield herself.

But then, a strange, equally powerful energy surged from within her, clashing with the island's golden light.