2990 Life from Death (Part 2)
"I can't let those fuckers escape. If they report my position, this will never end!"
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Away from the Garden, Life Vision showed the presence of an unknown Life Force lingering in Zoreth's, Rutha's, and Ryka's life forces.
"Okay, have you memorized that?" The Shadow Dragon asked, receiving nods in reply. "Finally!"
The bite marks on her arm sizzled with a screech for a second before healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her flesh and armor fixed the damage in an instant, returning to their full power.
Everyone but Lith and Bytra looked at her in amazement.
"As I said, I'm an Eldritch." She answered their silent question. "I could have fed upon whatever the bats had left in my flesh and healed whenever I wanted. I kept the wound open for your sake since my body is part pure Chaos and makes the foreign energy signature much easier to spot."
She pointed at their open wounds that due to the mana flow and life force they contained almost cloaked the foreign substance to perfection.
Almost.
Now that the Awakened knew what to look for, they could see it clearly.
"Take a good look and imprint it in your memory before healing. That's the energy signature of our enemy." Xenagrosh said.
"How can you be sure?" Azhom raised what was left of her eyebrows in disbelief.
"Because the bats carried the smell of the shadow disciple and so did our wounds." Zoreth had brought a handful of ashes of the fallen undead with her.
"These are from the bats." She used air magic to split the grains based on their smell. "These are from something that was stuck to the bats."
The second kind of ashes looked identical to the first and had already lost any trace of energy signature.
"Whatever it was, it controlled the bats while they were alive and fueled them after turning them into undead. I know that because while I fed upon the bats, I also fed upon this thing. I have no clue what it is but I'm certain it was alive."
"I can vouch for that." Lith said. "The energy signature on your wounds is very faint but identical to that of our mark."
His words dispelled the few doubts left and opened lots of questions. The whole situation made no sense.
"Unless…" Ryka knelt in front of the ashes of the undead, dipping her middle and index fingers and bringing them to her tongue. "Yeah, this is undead already."
She spat and then did the same for the ashes of the unknown enemy.
"Shit, I was right. Our enemy is plant folk, no, a Fae!"
How she could know with certainty the taste of her own species was disturbing at best. Yet the ruthlessness of plant folk was well known and there was no time for moral considerations.
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