"Tyrael." Malthael said, moving over to examine another set of corpses. Their souls did not longer, so there was nothing for him to learn that way. He had no interest in lingering longer than necessary. What was more interesting than anything else was the general lack of malevolence in the movement of the undead. They did not attack, or guard a spot, or wait for the command of a necromancer. They went on as though they were alive.

"Not yet." He spent a moment examining the corpses; their advanced state of decay did not affect him as it did his mortal brother.

"It is... odd."