An End And A Beginning(2)

By this time, Zendrall had finished unsummoning the remaining warriors of darkness. The necromancer came out from the castle, his eyes glowing the moment they landed on Sinclair’s lifeless body, “Give her to me! Half a month, and I’ll be able to turn her into a formidable black knight, level 15 at minimum! Give me the manticore’s carcass too! I’ll be able to… Wait, what? Is it eating the manticore? NOOO! It was such a powerful corpse to work with!”

Zendrall pointed towards the broodmother, yelling in grief. His normal composure was completely gone; he had never been close to the fresh corpse of such a powerful being before, and he never might. Most important was that the souls hadn’t fully dissipated yet....