Chapter 72: The Magical Necromancer (1)
The souls of Kayle and Olt were completely absorbed into the darkness. Karnak finished up collecting the two souls, and Varos turned to him with a question.
“What should we do with the bodies, young master?”
Even though the souls had been extracted, traces of necrotic energy still lingered in the corpses.
“Should we drain the remaining energy and burn them as usual?”
“That would be the simplest option...” Karnak replied, pausing briefly before making a decision. “For now, let’s take them with us.”
Corpses held great utility for necromancers, especially ones saturated with death energy.
“There’s still one enemy left.”
According to Prince Lloyd, the cultists on Alford’s side numbered three: two men in their forties and one in his mid-fifties. The older man had yet to make an appearance.
“I assumed he’d sent these two as bait while observing the situation from a distance...” Karnak muttered, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings.
“Maybe he missed his timing to intervene?” Serati suggested while glancing around cautiously.
The fight was already over. Any attempt at an ambush now would be futile. If anything, it would make more sense for their enemy to wait and strike later, when Karnak’s group was off guard.
“If it were me, that’s exactly what I’d do,” Serati added.