After setting up his temporary teleportation pad at the edge of the marsh, Rino could recognise this foul stench of death. This was definitely the work of the necromancer!
Rino followed the smell of rotting flesh and death further into the marsh territory. The number of wisps loitering in the air became more, and many of them were close to invisible.
Rino wondered vaguely how long this necromancer had been cultivating his army of undead because the number of the wisps in the air was more than anything Rino had in his army. Thankfully, these wisps were not staying here under a soul contract. They were simply lost souls attracted to false light. Rino would soon change that. For now, he had a necromancer to locate.
As Rino strolled leisurely through the forest, borrowing some air elemental magic so that he did not dirty his well-made boots, he heard a groan from behind him.
