"I care not for their purposes in Duskwood. What matters to me is that we keep our kingdom safe, and right now, they are willing to fight at our side. That is enough to earn them a place on my ship, and a chance to speak in our discussions."
The officer sputtered, but reluctantly lowered his head, muttering under his breath. He shot me a venomous glare as Commander Whitemarsh beckoned for me to speak again. I hesitated, shifting my weight anxiously, until Selena laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
"I was just, um, saying that the Liches aren't unkillable. They don't have corporal bodies of their own. What you see is just a manifestation of their power, projected through the black mist. No matter how many times you destroy them, as long as there's enough undead mana, they can reform and attack again."
"And these serve as the commanders of the Risen, do they not?"
I nodded. "There's too many Risen for Connor to control personally, so he must be doing it through them."
