Zandrel laughed. "I feel like you have forgotten that I am a necromancer!"
He slapped the sword to the side, and his hand rose up to his face and pulled at the bandage. The two red sockets brightened, widening until the only thing that filled his face was a bright red pit, and yet in the pit there were countless other red eyes that continuously blinked.
Riven didn't know how he could see red eyes in the face that was Malum's face, but that was what he saw. A cold feeling settled in his gut when he saw it, and he knew that things were about to go downhill.
And he was right.
But it happened in the most unexpected way. A tongue that seemed to be made of blood came out of the red hole in his face. The tongue slipped out and tasted the air before it shot forward and curled around the construct's arm.
The tongue, that was tiny one moment, suddenly enlarged, swelling into four meters. The construct's hand creaked as the tongue gained strength, seeking to shatter the hand entirely.
