Void

The vice-leader squinted his eyes and enhanced his own hearing, searching his memories of the many languages spoken on this continent to make sense of the jargon spoken by Athos and Emília.

"Human language. It seems these undead are not native to here." He shared with the others. "They seem to be preparing to go hunting. They're discussing how many soldiers they should take with them, and the way they look at nothing and talk to themselves suggests they might be able to communicate telepathically like us."

"Damn it." Someone cursed in the mental link. "These variants must be a noble or superior species. If the master of all these undead is also a variant, it will be almost impossible to find him."

"Shouldn't it be easier then? Just look for the few variants inside the fortress. It's like looking for a gray spot on a black canvas."