It was sounding more and more like they would need to ask Skulduggery directly about it. That was the last thing Erskine wanted to do. He didn't want to know where the armour came from, he didn't want to know how Skulduggery made it, or - more likely - who Skulduggery talked into making it for him. Because if someone else did make it, they were most likely dead.

"Does that mean it's not a channeling object?" he asked. "If it needs all kinds of special enchantments just to be forged at all, who's to say that Sku - that Vile didn't just get his hands on a random set of armour and... I'm not sure. Do something else to it? Vile was always a mystery. Maybe he never needed a Necromantic object."

Skulduggery could still use Necromancy now. It didn't matter what reason he claimed for it, what happened in the dimension of the Faceless Ones - the fact was that he could. With the little Erskine knew about Necromancers, they were practically helpless without the tangible access to their magic. Skulduggery was technically dead. Maybe his skeleton was the channeling object - and it wasn't as if they could get rid of that.

Why wasn't there ever an easy answer?