As the Vale Throne began to grow more corporeal, the twin Vale Stars above the Prince's head grew ever more radiant. Like a burning star, he shimmered like the silver gates of the Heavens.
"Bastard," The Astral Ghoul spouted, staggering back with a gaping hole in his chest. A smile was present on his disfigured face. "So you're a necromancer. Nothing I hate more than those that fuck with the laws of life and death."
The ghoul reached for his chest and, before Heaven and Earth, began to peel away the flesh tainted by the Vale. He wasn't sure what manner of Source this energy was but felt it attack both the body and soul.
"Unfortunately, you've just touched upon the power of a Spirit Domain. Allow us to show you why we, Astral Monster, are so feared by all of the Myriad Heavens."
