The large figure let out a deep laugh that resonated all the way through its being, as if it was hollow on the inside. "I do like my opponents in a cocky mood. Were the circumstances different, I would have let you go on account of making me laugh, but unfortunately, they are as they are. You may have not even realized it, but by being near Kaylee, you sapped some of her life essence into your being. Life essence I will need back if I am to ever bring her back from her entrapment, " it mused. The inscription on the blade vividly pulsated, as if somehow responding to the undead knight's words. "Seeing as we have few ways of removing one's life essence that don't involve the death of the carrier, I am genuinely sorry I must do this. If you have ever loved and lost someone, then spent every day of your life and death to bring them back, you would understand." The knight drove its sword into the ground, tapping the pommel with his fingers. The undead ranks around him, including some townsfolk Keystone knew, advanced towards the tower. As big as the number of minions was, they were not infinite in number, and experienced warriors could see that the ring surrounding them was at best, five to six corpses deep. The hillside beyond the ring was clear and unobstructed. Glith considered the two warriors with a mix of compassion and humour. If they provided a good fight, he could resurrect them to use and converse with later, and if they did not, there seemed to be no shortage of magic items on their person. The most important thing was the presence he felt within the larger, burlier human, that was very familiar, but nothing like the man himself. What worried the undead was that the presence grew stronger within the man, and weaker within the sword. Glith would grind his teeth if he had muscles to do it with. Within Keystone, a foreign feeling manifested itself. It didn't impair him in any way, but it certainly wasn't part of his character. As the seconds passed, it grew stronger and stronger, until finally a quiet echo resonated in his mind: [i]"Help me...run"[/i]