The flash of green energy came as a surprise to the Oracle. Not that he hadn't seen it before, he knew exactly what was going to happen from the moment he first saw the energy gather at the top of the obelisk. The undead would rise. But it was much too soon! The lich had not yet awakened, and if it had it hadn't won yet! How could its armies rise now, of all times? But if it was happening, it was doing just so. And he knew that once the restless dead would begin digging themselves out, there would be no turning the tide of them. There was no warrior among them that could take them all on. Even their power counted together would sparsely take down a single wave of them. And they would just keep coming. He had seen them coming so many times...

Nakreyya's attention to his survival was welcome, but luckily it would not be specifically needed. He was not the fastest of those moving, oh no, but he could follow in the wakes they left behind themselves, not needing to fight for himself. This allowed him just the edge that let him reach the relative safety of the entrance. This entrance had been the last thing he had seen in his last trip beyond the Veil. He had seen it many times. It was important, that much was for sure. Having reached safety, he was left alone by the elf who headed onward to scout. With the other travelling companion gone, he instead sought to stand near Fionn, wanting somebody familiar with his capabilities and weaknesses alike close by.

The girl with a wolvish disposition around her (and terribly loud weapons to boot) called for someone to seal the entrance. If only he could, he would have offered. But the best he could do was feeble illusion. Slammy could undoubtedly complete the task, but that would not end well... the group would end up caved in and Slammy never retreated without a kill. And if zombies were out... Who would be left? Nobody they would be willing to sacrifice, that's who.

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