“For what?” Alanic pushed.
“For the wraith bombs,” Sudomir ground out eventually.
“Wraith bombs?” Zach asked curiously. “As in, you pack a wraith into a bomb and throw it at people?”
“Ha ha, yes! Yes!” Sudomir said, suddenly breaking into hysterical laughter. He was no longer fighting against Zorian’s mental compulsion for some reason, as if he realized there was no way he could win there and decided to just give them exactly what they want. “Not just one wraith though! Hundreds! Thousands even! And you don’t throw them at people.
No, no… you throw them at cities.”
“What?” Zach asked, frowning.
“Wraiths can multiply,” Alanic said quietly. “Give a wraith some time and lots of victims, and it will make another wraith out of every human whose soul it consumes.”
“Yes, exactly!” Sudomir
