“AAAAGGHHHH!”
There was a horrid shriek that spread out through the quiet battlefield. Surrounded by five hulking figures, one woman was on her knees, screaming in pain. Her body started to act up, holes forming at random and almost immediately healing up, flames engulfing her and an eerie blue aura that forced itself down her throat.
When it was all done, she fell on all fours, huffing heavily. The orb she dropped glowed faintly and hummed calmly. It was speaking to her, informing her of what was happening to the souls.
‘H-Half? Gone? Already?’
The orb hummed again.
‘What do you mean I’ll die if all my undead die?’
ZIIIING!
‘Y-You… my soul… I was never going to get my revenge, was I?’
ZIIIING!
‘Someone created the monsters that destroyed half my soldiers?’
ZIIING!
‘If I make them mine, I won’t have to create more undead?’
ZING!
A sharp shock went through her brain and she stood up immediately with a crazy grin on her face.
‘That’s it! Whooo!’