The ease with which it was done left all other undeads in awe, the simplicity Loimos had to manifest such things into existence looked like a divine act, even if it was merely a combination of primeval rot and prior knowledge of how gateways to realms functioned.
Carnifex walked up to the collapsed Griar, or rather, to the headhunter in white.
"Rise, your true existence has just begun" he said, it was a shame to come to such means, but some negators were simply blind to the truth, Griar had been made into a true headhunter now, his mind- His ego had been trapped within the chest, what animated this body was the will of a mindless undead equipped with the negator's power and abilities.
It could have been otherwise, but alas, the best outcome was not always the one that came.
