"They... they're all being controlled?" Sylvanas said incredulously, her expression clouded with uncertainty. The idea of Spiritual Enslavement was particularly disturbing to The Forgotten, and now to see her own soldiers being controlled by it right before her eyes, even to be turned against her, the look on Sylvanas's face was far from pleasant.
"Control isn't quite the right word," I observed the faint black mist emanating from the bodies of the approaching Undead Soldiers, "The power of the Abyss can greatly amplify all elements of violence and destruction. It can turn a sheep into a bloodthirsty beast, a stream into a city-engulfing flood, or, your soldiers into mindless killing machines, as if they had been injected with twenty pounds of chicken blood and lost all sense of friend from foe."
