Death - Hands

Death warily surveyed the ranks of the enemy, drawing almost experimentally upon the necromancies at his beck and call. Three skeletal hands rose from the floor, which rippled like water around them, rather than cracking like ice, and grabbed viciously at the constructs. The whirling spindles, however, proved too much for them; powdered bone flew, accompanied by a high pitched whine, and then the hands exploded into fragments.

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Chapter 8