"Don't bother with reviving him as a zombie," Neith said in a raspy yet authoritative voice. "There are far more useful ways to utilize his body."
Ethan looked up, intrigued by Neith's proposal. Although he had always been wary of her intentions, he couldn't deny that her knowledge in necromancy was invaluable. Neith approached the prince's body, examining it carefully, her eyes shining with a mixture of interest and disdain.
"What do you suggest, then?" Ethan asked, crossing his arms and watching Neith with a raised eyebrow.
Neith smiled, a barely noticeable grimace beneath her mask, and raised a hand. A dark glow emanated from her fingers, and the air around her seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy.
