"Mages as Corpse Soldiers…" Oliver muttered to himself. It went firmly against his understanding of magic. Every mage that he knew of was of the Fourth Boundary in strength or higher. Such was the view that Dominus had informed him of as well. Magic was such an impossible and corrupt thing to grasp that there were no minor forms of wielding it. Once one had it, it came with unimagineable strength.
Yet for these creatures – who ought to have once been men, if they were the Corpse Soldiers that Oliver knew – that was not so. The magic they wielded was minor, as if they were monsters, and they accessed magic in the same way that low-level monsters did.
Oliver stepped his way carefully through the bones. Now he kept his eyes firmly on the walls, expecting more Corpse Soldiers to arise from where he had now seen the coffins to be. He peered inside them as he passed. Jewels he saw there, and small handfuls of gold and silver coins.
