The corpse at my feet was still trying to reach its sword, there was no anger in its yellow eyes, since there was barely any soul left inside the shell, and if this place had been running for as long as I think it was, then only creatures like this could be used here, even the long lifespan of a mage was nothing to an operation that had been running for at least nine thousand years.
I observed the undead that was struggling to move under my feet, and I did not know what to feel; mostly, it was just a profound feeling of numbness.
"There's no one in there," I said aloud, knowing that the Hollow Avatar would hear.
"No," it agreed, peering into the empty socket. "But there's that," and my gaze fell to the glowing square chip in the skull. "The force that's driving him is that thing, so instead of asking the glove, maybe you can ask the hand."
