The green smoke appeared among the man's arms first, before the very same smoke materialised above the bodies of the slain enemies.
Damon noticed it from the shadows before anyone in the station did. A faint curl of dark emerald rising from the nearest slain guard, the same shade as the smoke forming around the lieutenant's arms below.
He frowned before noticing more than just the smoke.
One of the bodies twitched.
Then, the one beside it.
Within moments, all eleven bodies rose with the particular wrongness of movement that had no business existing in things that had stopped moving permanently thirty seconds ago.
'Necromancer.'
The realisation crashed into him like a wave. The reason why he wasn't carrying a weapon and moved with the confidence as he did was that he had an army ready to be summoned at a moment's notice.
Damon used his shadow step once more, appearing in the centre of the station, where the exchange was happening.
