In places that were occupied by necromancers, the nights were quieter. Anfey chose a large tree as his team’s resting site for the night. The tree was not comfortable, but it was better to be off the ground and out of sight. No one complained, as they knew it was the best place to camp.
Suddenly, a dull red light appeared among the trees. At first it appeared as specks of light, then the specks began to increase until it was impossible to ignore the strange light. Anfey opened his eyes. The Heart of Nature had sensed that something was wrong in the forest.
Anfey could tell that the red light was from eyes of the zombies. The zombies were marching through the trees at a surprisingly high speed. They were all looking around as if they were searching for something.
"Ernest," Anfey said quietly. "You awake?"
Ernest nodded. He was a master swordsman and could sense change in the environment better than anyone. "What are those?"
"Zombies."
