Grisham finally turned to face Heilam.
His face was calm, but there was a tight look around his eyes.
His pale skin looked even lighter under the faint glow of Spirit light. A thin layer of sweat covered his brow, not from fear, but from the effort of using so much Spirit essence in a short time. His long hair hung loose behind him, barely moving in the still air of the cave.
He looked straight at Heilam.
"Sect master," Grisham said in a low voice, "you may not know this, but those who went deep inside have already changed."
Heilam's eyes sharpened.
"Changed how?" he asked cautiously. He had already started to doubt Grisham's intentions. But he still decided to listen.
Grisham took a slow breath.
"They have been turned into poison undeads," he said. "Their bodies are made of poison and dead flesh mixed together. They are not truly alive, so they feel no fear. Pain means nothing to them."
