The three undead ascended into the air, moving toward the gathered race leaders.
They stopped several steps away from the race leaders.
Spartan was the first to speak.
"We should begin moving," he said calmly.
The elf did not respond immediately.
Instead, she shook her head.
Her gaze shifted downward.
It lingered first on Michael.
The unconscious youth lay completely naked in Spartan's arms.
Then her eyes moved to Lily.
Then to Beginning.
Both undead giants were equally unclothed, their forms entirely unconcerned with modesty or concealment.
Her gaze paused for half a breath longer on the lower half of Beginning's massive frame.
She said nothing. But something in her expression tightened.
Spartan followed her gaze, then looked back at her.
Seconds passed.
The elf finally realized something.
The undead were staring at her in confusion.
It took her a moment to understand why.
