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Inside the large, partially collapsed hall, a middle-aged necromancer raised both arms and shouted. At his command, pitch-black wraiths surged from the walls and ceiling. "Rise, servants of darkness! Cast the shadow of death upon my enemies!"
He had shouted in Lacanian, but everyone except Serati understood him. Even so, she could roughly grasp the meaning. The expression and intonation were exactly the same as when any necromancer summoned wraiths.
So this is what people mean when they say all necromancers sound the same.
Dozens of wraiths swarmed toward the group. Unlike naturally occurring wraiths, these were directly commanded by the necromancer, meaning Circumventer of Necromancy wouldn't work. They had to fight them head-on.
"Serati! Varos! Hold the front!” Karnak called out.
The two warriors, strengthened by aura, formed a wall against the onslaught.
"Leven! Lapicel! Flank them!” he added.
The two elite fighters filled in the gaps, disrupting the necromancer's concentration. With their formation set, Karnak finally gave the final command. "Hold out for three minutes!"
Since he had shouted in Lacanian, the necromancer understood him as well.
The man scoffed. "Three minutes? I'll finish you all long before that!"
Yet, not even a...
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