Wil felt another pulse of magic echo from within the facility again, and it’s impact made him pause.  It had been much more powerful than the other emanations he had detected earlier, and it felt different as well.  It had a greasy, unclean feeling to it, and Wil knew that there was only one kind of magic that could produce such an unwholesome aura. Vrilxingna, as his people called it, but it was better known as necromancy.  Suddenly his earlier conversation with Greggory made much more sense now.<br/><br/>Wil grew even more cautious when he saw a vague shape coalesce out of the empty room.  It looked like some sort of animal, powerfully built, but it’s appearance could be deceiving; certain creatures could alter their physical form to be almost anything they wanted it to be.  The wind continued to swirl around Wil, still bitingly cold, and it had taken on a regular cadence as well, hinting at a link with whatever he was looking at.<br/><br/>He began to approach it slowly, not wanting to show any aggression, but steadily closed the distance between the two.  He straightened up, and glanced down at his improvised weapon.  If the creature was what it appeared to be, he doubted that such a simple weapon would do much, if anything to it.  He had other ways to combat it, but without knowing what it was he could only guess at their effectiveness.