You are done with the chant.
You mutter the magic words 'Sanctum circum'
The environment blurs with intense silvery light as IMMORTAL presence of Las
fills your soul. Air thunders around you as immeasurable amount of energy is
drawn in you, lifting your body high in the air. At the peak of your might you
yell in celestial trance 'MY LIFE FOR LAS!'
Surges of holy force coil around your Crosier of Angel forming a pulsing bolt
of divine energy. You twist your wrist and bolt hurls through the air
detonating on Zombie.
YUCH, Zombie's entrails spill all over the place.
Zombie is DEAD, R.I.P.