Nightwing stood before Estus and saw the eyes of the pained Mage Commander. His eyes were gaining vigor and life. There was purpose once more, and a strange desire was building up in him.
The memories Nightwing extracted from the woman and showed to Estus were true.
Nightwing sighed that he had not found the powers of God or Fallen that deal with dreams and memories so that he could shape the memory into a form of his own. But Nightwing had an idea on how to lure the Commander to his side.
"The soul of your wife is quite interesting. She lived quite an immoral life. Did you know that the nature of this universe is only to have one partner in life? Some too many curses and terrors stand along the way when one indulges in the immoral ways of life. Even if I dare not to make the vows of marriage to my women, at least these curses apply. But now, the soul of your dearly roasted wife is tainted and could be used as a spell."
"...A spell?"
