Halls of Death

Aquaeris sighed. "Destroying death is nothing new. Once, in my callow youth, I made a sword. One that could grant wondrous talents and heal. I did not know it could also raise the dead."

He raised a hand, speaking a strange tone. The air shimmered and Belsheroth and the other two could see the Drownsword... And its current holder.

Aquaeris hissed like a snake.