Wanderers Of the Night
The nearest corpse - a gray-haired, decrepit man in tattered peasant clothes, took a sweeping step towards Vic and froze, twisting his head incomprehensibly, as if looking and sniffing.
"Go back," the Vistolet ordered with some hesitation. The dead man twitched strangely, stomped on the spot and even slightly turned around. A spasm suddenly ran across his cyanotic face, and his eyeballs began to shudder in their sockets, then they turned several times and a completely conscious look rested on Vika. Spiky, tenacious, imbued with the power of ancient magic. Now, through the eyes of a resurrected corpse, someone completely different was watching. His Owner.
Vic backed away in surprise, stepped
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