This was one of the scouts that Nightshade had killed earlier, and Zaroth decided to keep the corpses hidden in her shadow — they might still come in handy.
What he did not expect was to see one of them standing on thier own feet.
The woman, barely twenty years old, her pink hair styled into a bump, appeared surprisingly normal—considering she had been dead just moments ago. The only thing that seemed off was her black pupils. Zaroth couldn't be certain, but he had a feeling that the color of her pupils had changed after everything that had just happened.
Not sure how to react he spoke towards Midnight making sure to keep his gaze on the resurrected girl. "Um… Midnight, what is that?"
