"There are a few soul traces coming from here."
"There's no soul traces here at all."
"This place is empty as well."
I couldn't help knitting my non-existent brows when I heard these reports.
These came from the necromancers that I had sent out to scout out this outpost.
Since I had been teaching them necromancy, I had taught them a few interesting spells that were related to the soul. With these spells, it was easy for them to sense the location of souls.
That meant that they were able to find the necromancers that were in this outpost even without entering.
Though the most important thing to find with souls were the powerful undead.
Some undead that were very powerful could even develop their own souls, like elder liches.
Or else I wouldn't have been able to take control of this body and break free of the necromancer that created me. Though a bigger part of it was all because of the shared stats skill that allowed me to retain my will.
