"No, it’s not." I knelt down and looked through the hole. The body had sickly green lines, pulsating from the stone that was on top of it. The stone had several runes, all pulsating with the same green color. The body dried up, but the magic kept it together. "By the looks of it, the stone anchor is drawing on the necromantic death magic coursing through the long dead body." It was an abhorrent use of magic. Even if you take my bias of death magic out of the equation, using a body to fuel the magic of a curse was wrong on many levels. "You both might want to step back. I’m going to remove the curse and it might backfire."