As they approached the fourth narrow passage, the pale blue flames in the wall sconces suddenly surged upward, as though someone had poured scalding lamp oil over them.
In the blink of an eye, the flames shot two or three meters high. Then, like the spare outlines of an artist's brush, they traced the silhouettes of two humanoid creatures in pale blue fire.
"Such intense malice..." Angel murmured.
"If an undead creature didn't have such intense malice, it wouldn't be undead," Dox replied.
"No, this malice is a little different. This aura..." Angel stopped halfway through, narrowing his eyes as he stared intently at the two silhouettes, silently guessing their identities.
They were undoubtedly undead. That was the consensus of every formal wizard present.
While they had still been mimetic flames, everyone had already sensed a dense aura of death. The fire in the wall sconces was, without question, undead fire mimicked by undead creatures.
However, Angel had encountered too many undead and was deeply familiar with their aura. It was usually a pure, direct malice, yet the malice of these two undead creatures, who had not even revealed themselves, was dense but seemed mixed with something else.
Angel found this aura strangely familiar.
As Angel pondered, the upper half of the undead creature on the left had already crawled out of the mimetic flames, apparently impatient to attack them.
Yet when everyone saw its upper body, they froze.
They had all assumed it was a human undead creature, but unexpectedly, it was an undead creature fallen from a humanoid race.
This undead had two enormous fan-like ears, while its nose resembled a sectioned onion, with two pitch-black dots on it. Put simply... it was a pig nose.
As for the rest of its body, it resembled a human's, yet