Cole nudged a nearby skull with the tip of his boot, watching it roll away before finally lowering his sword.
"Please stay like that," he muttered, drawing a breathy laugh from Yaana.
Maya merely shook her head and raised another sphere of light, sending it toward the darker recesses of the hall.
They took their time checking the surviving alcoves and the spaces behind the fallen columns, making sure nothing else was hiding among the debris.
Fortunately, the cavern was empty, just as it should have been, and it seemed the undead mage had been its only true occupant.
With that settled, the others made their way toward the broken throne, where Elion was crouching beside the remains.
Most of the undead mage's spectral frame had begun to lose its shape, collapsing into a thin, smoky substance around the dark orb still lodged in its chest.
Elion used the tip of Kurogoroshi to loosen the strands of decaying matter clinging to the core's surface.
