Adam's breath deepened as the corpse's head twisted toward him, its hollow eyes locking onto his.
The lifeless pupils, once glassy and empty, had narrowed and turned sharp and snake-like.
The dead man's chest, the gaping wound where his heart should have been, moved grotesquely.
The torn flesh writhed, and bones popped as twisted tendrils of muscle began pulling themselves back into place.
[5th Style Sword Master dislikes the creepy energy emanating from the corpse...]
[Experienced Old Knight feels a bit dizzy...]
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[Mads_1401] : Necrophiliacs are the worst....
"Stay back..."
Adam warned, his voice low.
His fingers flexed, crimson energy coiling tightly around his arm. [Body Blood Magic].
The familiar surge of power rushed through him.
Blood tendrils emerged from his palm, writhing and twisting like living snakes, poised to strike.
But the corpse didn't attack.
