“Uncanny,” I repeated out loud.
“I'm sorry?” Embeth stared with a quizzical expression etched on his face.
I dismissed him with a swift wave of my hand. “Never mind,” I grumbled. The ship vanished from view as the lift continued its descent. Briefly, the tops of cylindrical and square-shaped skyscrapers could be seen before we continued down a long narrow shaft. Once the cityscape vanished from view, I witnessed only the cold metallic steel of the inside of the shaft. Once the distraction of the magnificent ocean was gone, I focused on Embeth's previous statement. “What did you mean when you said you were hesitant to use them?”
“It's true; I want soldiers, defenders, and protectors,” replied Embeth. “What Mortem has is none of those. What he does have is bodies, and I hate to admit, it
