But even after leading this particular anti-necromancy squad through the Frozen North for over a week, they made Artemis’s skin crawl and made her coat stand on end and made her shiver all the way down to the tips of her feathers. There was just something a little bit off about them. Maybe it was the odd mobile pumping machines with pilot lights two of them carried. Maybe it was the way all of their weapons were silver-plated. Maybe it was the way every single one of them had magical incendiaries built into their armor to annihilate their bodies upon death.