Kapitel 109: Hollow Circuit

Morne stood in a medium-sized room of pure white. The walls were shelves lined with all manner of liquids and solids in jars, and in front of him was a low table that grew right out of the ground.

On it rested the body of an elf. More specifically, the one Morne had killed with a halberd to the chest. Morne kept glancing between it and the book in his hands, mentally preparing himself for the numerous Spells he was about to cast.

"You're really going through with this?" Essenla asked beside him with a hint of disgust.

"Can he do it, Grommett?" Gram asked, leering at the elf body from nearby. "Can he raise the dead? I've not heard of magic that can do that, Grommett."

"I am," Morne replied to Essenla, both of them ignoring the strange goblin in the corner. "It's the best option I have for maximizing my chances of survival. Not all of us have three Towers to pick from."