Janiil stepped into the clearing, her vision was steadily getting better, everything was still somewhat blurry but she could easily identify things she was looking at. Jan paused briefly as the voice suddenly drifted up within her mind once again.
"You realize they are weaknesses?"
It was odd how it could pester her to no end sometimes, and then disappear for long periods of time. Janiil paid no attention to it for a moment as she surveyed the clearing, no one had bothered to move the undead corpses, but only scattered bones remained of most.