Lith didn’t know if to be more surprised by the discovery of how ignorant he was about necromancy’s true potential or by seeing a rat’s skeleton standing on its hind legs, talking with Professor Zekell’s voice.

Despite the distance, he was able to notice that the light in the eyes of the creature had turned from deep red to bright blue.

“As you have seen when I reanimated this carcass, I left an imprint on it by using my life force to bind our essences.” The Zekell-rat tapped its head with a paw, making the mark visible again.

“The bond allows necromancers to temporarily transfer their consciousness inside their creations. Students used this skill mostly to cheat during written exams. By using a small undead mouse, they could communicate between them or simply copy the answers of the most brilliant students.

Undead were also a very popular tool for pulling cruel practical jokes and peeping through windows. There is a reason that all academies have removed windows from their dorms. Even magic can’t beat the enthusiasm of a bunch of horny teenagers.

No matter the protection, they would always find a loophole.” The rat laughed.

“Keep in mind that the transfer is not without risks. The mage’s body is left completely helpless for the entire duration. Someone could simmer you and you wouldn’t even notice.