One after the other

Liam wiped the blood off the sheath of his sword, almost feeling disgusted that the blood of these vermin had touched his black dragon sword. 

Clearly, they were not normal living beings resurrected in some way because their souls were missing. In fact, Liam was still the owner of many of their souls.

Then how were they alive? There was no beast nearby capable of doing something like this so the forest conjured them?

Liam couldn't tell. He also did not know why these people were brought in front of him. Painful memories? Enemies that he despised? It did not make sense. 

However, he did not have time to think about these things. The path in front of him cleared up as he once again started walking.

Each step took him deeper into the forest, and every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig kept him on high alert.