Irva tries to block out the sounds of the deceased, as the whispers surround her and flood her mind. She has to fight for them, as they can no longer. She lets her undead do the work for her, slaying and slashing as she lets their long lost spirits do their work. The inhabitants of the ilmire can be sad and terrifying, and they never wear deodorant, but now, you can control them, let undead tear through lanes as Irva blasts through the strongest of walls. Not much can stand up to a zombified army on a rampage, and it's your job to keep that true.