As everyone approached the fourth narrow passage, the pale blue flames in the wall sconces suddenly surged as if doused with scalding lamp oil.
In just an instant, the flames soared to a height of two or three meters, then, like a painter's sketch, the outlines of two human-like creatures were delineated by the pale blue flames.
"Such strong malice..." Angel murmured.
"If the undead didn't have such strong malice, they wouldn't be undead," Dox responded.
"No, this kind of malice feels different, this aura..." Angel spoke halfway and didn't continue, instead narrowing his eyes and staring intently at the two human-like silhouettes, secretly guessing their identities.
Undoubtedly undead. That was the consensus among all the Official Wizards present.
When these two were still mimicking fire, they had already felt the heavy presence of death. The fire in the sconces was clearly undead fire mimicked by the undead.
