No Failures

"There has always been an unfortunate issue with many of the undeads that remembered their past lives, many couldn't leave behind life! They were tainting death and all that comes with it by taking it for a second life, simply outrageous! Malevolent! True evil! But under the rule of King Nitok, there was nothing they could do to challenge us" the spear embedded in his chest cracked, making some of the rotten flesh infested by the locust fall off, turning into goo before fully disappearing.

Clearly, making any sort of movement or action was agitating the solid mass of life stuck in the zombified seer, he hadn't moved at all from this spot for this very reason, but he knew very well that the spear couldn't be removed at this point, he had already been forced to crawl all the way down here, with how much the life had already penetrated, all he could do was share his meagre knowledge, which he couldn't even be sure was relevant any longer.