Lionel quickly sheathed his own blade and raised his gloved hands, the magic coursing through his veins strengthened by the cloying mist around them.
The corpse seemed to stir at the touch of the Feldwebel’s blade. Its chest rose and fell, as if gasping for its last breath. Lionel’s eyes widened. Was there a chance this poor soul was still alive? But how could that be? Its lifeless eyes stared out at the group, an extended hand beckoning them forward. There was a more likely answer, one that would make this task much more difficult.
“These could be revenants,” Lionel said quickly, glancing over at Lex. Dormant creatures until they were disturbed, a trap left by the monster that had killed these people. “We should—”
The blue mage was cut off by a sickening noise, the sound of flesh tearing. The corpse moved again, more violently this time, only for a maggot-like creature to surface from the corpse’s chest cavity. There was a low-pitched hiss, and the insect vanished once more.