Kai sat in the ruined manor's grand hall, his tools laid out before him. The flickering glow of enchanted candles cast long shadows as he carved precise sigils onto his undead companions.
The arcane wolves were the simplest. Kai's hands moved with practiced ease, overwriting their runes into their bodies. Ignis, Zephyr, and Voltis barely flinched, their bodies already accustomed to the magic surging through them. The symbols pulsed, binding elemental forces to their forms.
Joran, Merri, Finn, Rhea, and the newly enslaved adventurers were more difficult. Their bodies resisted the carvings, their greater willpower and raw strength making the process sluggish and exhausting. Kai had to force the sigils into their flesh with raw intent. His mind and magic focused on overriding their innate resistance. Sweat dripped from his brow as he fought to embed the runes, and even then, some had to be redone as the magic fizzled out.
But Raltia (Ralts) was different.