Ludwig's fingers twitched over the fallen Rat Lord's remains, the adrenaline still coursing through his undead veins making his movements slightly jerky. "Still," he said slowly, turning the core fragment over in his palm, "it doesn't sit right with me to revive them. At my current level, I'd probably only manage skeletal forms - mindless husks without memories or speech." He gestured vaguely toward the dungeon's upper levels, where the family's remains lay. "Otherwise, I would have started with this guy's corpse first." His finger pointed accusingly at the miniature Knight King.
The spectral warrior's armor clanked as he drew himself up to his full (if diminutive) height. "Don't you dare!" The words rang with such regal outrage that they seemed too large for his tiny form.
