Surges of Death Magic

"It’s alright, I already destroyed it with magic," Anfey said.

"Necromancers can sense everything through the zombies. You don’t understand, Anfey. We are exposed already," Riska said, frowning. He pushed himself up and glanced around nervously.

"We’re not exposed."

"How can you be sure?"

"It’s a long story. Sit and eat something."

Anfey made himself very clear. Something had happened, and they were not exposed, though he didn't want to tell them why. Suzanna and Riska trusted him, and both relaxed visibly.

After a quick meal, the three of them meditated to wait for the sunrise. The night breeze had no effect on the rotten smell in the forest, but the sun was the bane of anything dark and unclean. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the rotten scent dispersed.

Riska sighed and looked much more relaxed. "It’s a miracle the smell didn’t kill us," he said.

"You still lack training," Anfey said with a smile.