Slotriig made quick work of the remaining death hunters, they were just a bunch of average joe's, nothing like the ones that used to fight on the frontlines back then, holding his oversized sword like a cane, he stabbed one that wasn't quite dead in the spine as he turned to take a look at Loimos.
The corpse of the leader was rising up from the ground, putting the white mask back on his face, the actual head of the man was sinking in the blood, the torrent that had been threatening to flood everything flowed away, back down the stairs as the walls of rot vanished.
"You almost got yourself erased there" spoke the giant undead, Loimos had decided to put his skull in the man's place, another trick taught by Faraday, while undeads naturally regrow their bodies, it wasn't always so simple, taking over a corpse and using its resources to go back to peak condition was preferable.
