I'm quite nervous actually.
Not because of anything…normal, but rather because of my expectations for the ritual.
I watch in lost silence as Anselm strikes the stumbling Werebear with steady strikes at its newly attached feet and envelopes it is ice, effectively freezing the growling, howling creature in place.
With Juri's unwavering discipline he managed to get more than half of the injured men healed, now many of them are either patrolling a set perimeter or paying close, unnerving attention to me.
Not like I've started to do anything really. Their stares, weirdly enough, add to my anxieties about the ritual.
I don't think I've ever thrown myself into a ritual with anyone but Anselm present.
That aside, I am still nervous about what to do with the undead that will be born of the ritual.
In the System it's presented as a spell.
[Witherling: Creates A Witherling Undead]