Hey, MDW here.
There's no good writing, Only good rewriting.
Is this a ti warp? A glitch in The Matrix? No, it's just a rewrite of the last 600 words of the last chapter. Which I removed from there, by the way. I hope you enjoy it, but if you do not, my 100% money-back guarantee is still in effect for a limited ti. Har, har.
Their flesh was emaciated and drained of most color, their eyes lifeless. Burning necrotic energies swirled in their bodies and I knew the necromancers who raised them had infused their own souls, their own wills into the bodies. It was a desecration of all I fought for, all I lived in all these thousands of years.
My father asked.
As inspiration overtook and my spirit was raised by {Serendipity}, I followed its guidance. A midnight black tail sprouted from my sacrum bone. The bone linked to resurrection if the ancient Egyptians were to be believed. But that tail was pure Death magic. I cast a spell to double my Luck score. Then I took an urn of ashes from my item box and greedily ate the contents. Vlad would serve well in death beyond undeath.
> You devoured the essence of a vampire.
> You gained the Perk, Control Undead (rare): You can control undead creatures and wrestle them away from their controllers in a contested (Magic Ego) dispute. Sentient undead may resist.
It was {Four-Leaf Clover} who had triggered once again. I imdiately exercised my Perk as my Necromancy tail sucked in all light, casting a long shadow behind . The possessed forms of my forr selves were still controlled by the spirits of [Dragon Archmages] who forrly inhabited them after sacrificing their mortal shells to bring such desecration about. The undead bodies were not dead-dead but inert. I made sure to not damage them to the point they would crumble into dust.
The Broodmother might have had plans to make fight these puppets.
> Contested (Magic Ego) test won (x7).
But now they were my puppets.
Anti-apotheotic but I had no ti to check who was stronger if the current or possessed shadows of my forr selves. Yet I couldn't bring myself to destroy them. They couldn't be stored in the item box as they counted as "living" as far as the Perk was concerned, to hell with biology.
I made them charge and attack . With angry hisses, they obliged. Around the dragons watched, eager to see the fight. Above and still approaching, the jumbo dragon Goddess smirked a fangy grin. As they reached , Pandora beca pitch-black. Without the dragon necromancers' souls squatting in my forr bodies, it was ti to grant them so decency. This decaying flesh needed to go.
Another seven tails appeared and flew toward them. As they touched each of their bodies, I poured Divinity into them and mixed it with my Necromancy and Flesh magic.
> Anima Incarnator
> You permanently lost 350 points of Magic.
It was worth the sacrifice. Color returned to their bodies as their skin returned to life. Eight heartbeats rang in unison. {Anima Incarnator} allowed to make golems but the restriction of doing it with only Silk disappeared. As the fragnts of my own soul represented by the sacrificed Magic infused their bodies, they blinked their eyes as they ca alive.
They weren't alive in the sense they were the sa people they once were but flesh golems imbued with fragnts of my soul. That granted them the mories they had in life. They were aware they were golems. I only hoped they didn't mind but I don't think they would make a fuss now, with the dragon bitch closing nearby.
Snowdrop remarked.
Rosewise added.
Arista asked.
Lakerta snorted as she didn't see the point of wasting a curse-breaking on that.
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