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The Necromancer's body was limp.

His mercenaries crowded around him.

"Naive child," something hissed. The Necromancer rose in the air, his lifeless wings unfurling. Darkness struck his eyes.

"The Demon Within didn't lie," he said softly, falling to the ground. He waved his staff, and the coyote was sewn up, his blood rising and tumbling back into his body.

His staff glowed and turned in the direction of the Bog Beast and the net. "This way."

They found it and with a wave of The Necromancer's staff, the mercenaries, the Bog Beast and The Necromancer faded away into nothing.

Some background- The Necromancer made a deal with this "demon within"- he is granted immortality, as long as he gives the souls of the ones he resurrects to this rather unreliable spirit.