Chapter 83: Swallowed
Riven suddenly realized that he had a big problem. Zandrel might be gone, but there was one right there just as equally dangerous. Malum was still standing there, right there in front of him—the man that had hid in his shadow since he left the Shadowwood.
He couldn’t trust him any more than he could trust Zandrel.
With his eyes still blurry, he didn’t make any moves. He didn’t even move as he sat down on the ground. "What do you want?"
Malum snorted. "You don’t have to be so on guard, Riven. I’m not going to hurt you."
"Yes. Zandrel promised more than that."
"Ah! There’s nothing I can say to that, but you should know that Zandrel wasn’t the one who saved you here."
Riven acted as if he couldn’t believe his ears. "Save me? You’re all about dragging Zandrel to... your master. Tell me the truth. What do you really want?"
With his heart calm, he directed his aura to his head, his eyes, to make them heal faster. His blurry eyes cleared, and he saw Malum. The undead was going around to collect his two undead.
Riven found it ironic. An undead using undead. But that fact only made him more wary of the kind of power that turned Malum—because the higher the necromancer, the more humanlike the undead they would make.
Which was what made Spartacus a kind of unique case.