William couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of the spell Nehe used to preserve corpses. It was a spell the latter relied on heavily, especially in emergency situations when he needed to use corpses on the spot. It temporarily delayed the decay of the corpses, making them look almost alive.
This way, it made sense that the 43 undead hadn't rotted despite all this while.
"But… is that really the case?" Ebony asked William in disbelief.
He stared at the youth in front of him, searching for any sign of decay. But there was none to be found. The kid's face was full of life, his eyes sparkling with energy. No trace of the sluggishness you'd expect from the undead.
In this world, there were those who thought they were still alive because of the influence of undead magic. But the truth was, memories were all that remained. Without the control of the caster, the awakened undead would simply repeat their actions from when they were alive.
