A container.
That is what the fallen king was to the sorcerers, some sort of container. Did he know that though?
Would someone risk their whole life and reputation just to be some sort holding vessel? Especially a royal for that matter. Hearing the call the body a container threw Brianna on a loop, with the fallen king rising she was at least with return of the maniac she was sure the war would be against wolves but now it seemed like something else was coming.
She quickly figured out that the man himself probably did not know what the end plan was, blinded by the thirst for power he had been picked for a mission that the end result was his demise and he had ended up killing and weakening his kind.
Despite being and an immobility spell Brianna could feel herself shiver at the thought
