Soul puppets, the ladies had never heard of such a term, nor had they ever seen these smoky, yet corporeal objects before their eyes. These so-called Soul puppets hovered about half a meter above the ground, their bodies enveloped in black smoke, undulating in constant contraction and relaxation like a heart.
"Hehe, off you go, my children." The Undead Mage sneered eerily, pointing forward with the bone staff in his hand. Eight globes of darkness, as if obeying a command, began to screech shrilly, floating towards the four women with an eerie slowness.
