"I swear that I didn't want it to come to this." Manohar gripped his blade with his right hand and removed the cork from his latest concoction, Awakening number 87, with his left.
"Me neither!" Orpal roared as he extended his hand.
A black dimensional fissure opened and Moonlight galloped out of it. The Horseman's steed was made out of a single gigantic white crystal that had turned pitch-black after being attuned with the darkness element.
Orpal's rage and envy consumed him at the idea that a mere mortal had forced him to conjure his tower. After he had reached the deep cyan core, Night had ordered one of her Chosen to turn Orpal into a Thrall and give him a blood core.
This way, both his mana core and life force had the time to adapt to their undead counterpart. When he had reached the deep blue core and awakened his dormant Guardian bloodline, it had swallowed the undead energy, giving birth to something completely new.
