Louder gasps and murmurs filled the command tent as they looked at the burnt and dead body of a soldier lying outside.
Bosnor's eyes widened in realization.
"What have you done, inquisitor?!" Rafael shouted.
"Your Majesty, don't jump to conclusions!" Bosnor exclaimed. "Look at these burns—only something undead would have suffered like this from a Light spell."
"Exactly. This man was one of the necromancer's minions." Garron sneered. "I almost didn't feel his Dark aura… Your Majesty, if there was one, then an unknown number of others can also be near! We must scour the camp and search for any more spies."
"You have very sharp senses… It's amazing, Inquisitor," Bosnor said in slight awe.
With effort, Garron stood up and approached the body to examine it. With his sharp senses, he quickly found the thing that puzzled him earlier—a vial of holy water in the dead soldier's pocket.
