“Rise, ancestors, and aid us.”
The Blackheart has been the shaman of his tribe since he was a young man, since their last shaman vanished. He has given so much of his life to the magic, he looks as much one of the dead as of the living. He can speak to those dead – the further he gets from youth, the easier the dead are to talk to. But the zombies are neither dead nor alive, and the Blackheart finds them repulsive and terrifying. Dead that are not dead… they have to go.