"So the shielder undead was Oliver," Zain nodded after listening to Nutless.
He lay on the bed inside TitanWing, waiting for his body to heal.
Zain had seen too many people give up the corpses of their loved ones to Necromancer in the game.
Unable to accept the loss, they wanted to meet their loved ones again.
It only ended in tragedies.
The undeads were not the same person as the one who had died.
They were an amalgamation of negative energy, which gained sentience due to Necromancers and proceeded to copy and learn from the body's memory, going as far as to impersonate the dead.
Oftentimes, the undeads themselves won't realize they were fake.
"Emily must have given Oliver's corpse after the Necromancer approached her," Zain shook his head bitterly.
Reviving someone was not impossible, but there was a reason why it was taboo. It went against the cycle of nirvarana and the Gods.
He pushed away the gloomy thoughts.
