The necromancers kept chanting, and the room started rumbling along with their powerful statements. "Goo-doo az ak~ Lora, Tora! We spite thou, Gantamo the filthy! Sakanamus!"
The situation got intense, as the chanting alone would scare one shitless. Both Audera and her friends got nervous, but they pushed through this tension with the great anticipation, that the cure was on the other end of this chant.
That was not the case, the necromancers ended up chanting several times! The team/visitors didn't know if this was a spell, or a ritual, but it didn't seem pointless either way.
These mages knew what they were doing. In the meantime, Bardeelus whispered along with Driola. He had plenty of questions.
"Can you make out what they're saying?" He asked.
"No…" She sighed, "Notice the name calling, they could be calling out symbols. So this is either radinian one, or another language that we have no clue about."