POV

In the quiet of the night, many undead all over the Crafting district started wailing. It began as a murmur before turning into loud humming.

In a certain workshop, a craftsman glanced at the caged undead with worry.

"W-what happened, mother?"

"Wuwuwuwu!"

"?!?"

The undead in the cage looked positively pitiful, her rotting hands flailing around searching for something. That's when he realized the issue. She had run out of materials!

His heart ached as he witnessed her sad state. She was so hardworking, just like in the old days, and he found himself overcome by emotion.

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