Chapter 118: Cultists and Monsters (3)
Pointing to the corpses of the orcs tainted with dark energy, Alius began a prayer. "Hatoba, with your light, reveal the hidden truth."
A holy radiance enveloped the corpses, transmitting images to Alius. They were fragments of information left behind by the traces of necromancy.
"It’s confirmed. These orcs were being controlled by a necromancer. And their identity is..."
His expression turned strange.
"The Terrifying One?"
It was clear that this was what the stone orcs had been calling them.
"Whether it’s because the necromancer has terrible naming sense or the orcs have a terrible vocabulary, I can’t say," Alius added.
Varos nodded, clearly understanding. "It’s usually the latter, but necromancers aren’t exactly known for their creative naming skills either."
Karnak shot Varos a sharp look. Varos feigned innocence, as if to say, What? Did I say something wrong? In any case, their opponent’s title wasn’t important right now. What mattered was their location.
Alius continued channeling the divine light, focusing the darkness into a single point. The concentrated shadow began writhing, squirming like a caterpillar as it emerged from the orcs’ corpses. Quickly, Alius trapped the shadow in a small glass vial, sealing it tightly before beginning another prayer.
"Under the guidance of the earth, let the darkness be led toward the light..."
The darkness inside the vial thrashed violently, as if trying to break free. It repeatedly flung itself against one side of the vial, as though attempting to point somewhere.