Zephyr completed his preparations and waited. The necromancer busily ordered the undead to finish injecting all the life essence they had gathered. And by the time they were done, the temple rose a few more meters above sea level and stopped.
The red hue covering the giant concave altar deepened.
Any second now, the sacrifice would begin.
Zephyr didn't have much time to waste. The villagers were about to be sacrificed.
'The mind-controlling magic he is using is based on dark magic. All of them look as if they are in a deep trance, but can still move around just fine.'
'The necromancer must have fed them and kept them healthy. After all, it is their life essence that he wanted to harvest. Healthy villagers meant more life essence and quicker hatching of the godspawn.'
'He kept them all alive and well for this exact reason.'
