Resurrection Of The Dead

"Lord Astrologer?"

Ron's body stiffened. He turned his head with difficulty and stared at the person not far behind him.

The astrologer's robe was tattered and stained with blood. However, his neck was intact, and an invisible force lifted his hair and beard. They twisted and floated upward; he looked mighty without anger. In his hand was a magic staff inlaid with sun gems.

"Lord Astrologer, you're not dead. I knew you wouldn't die. I begged for mercy while waiting for you to wake up! Please punish the people of Blackmoon Castle immediately. They killed Audrey and killed many of the mercenary group members. You must avenge their deaths."

Ron looked at the dried blood on the ground and then looked at the astrologer, who was not dead. He felt relieved.