The golden glow faded, swallowed by the shadows of the dense forest. The dead Dark Mage's eyes snapped open, jet black, devoid of whites or pupils, like pools of endless night. His body moved with eerie precision as he rose from the ground. Then, without hesitation, he dropped to one knee before Rayne. Fist to the ground, and head bowed.
A moment passed in thick silence. Then, in a deep voice that echoed with unnatural reverence, the mage spoke. "My Liege! My life is yours. How may I serve you?"
Miles, who had been watching in stunned silence, stumbled back a step. "What the….WHAT?!" He shouted as he grabbed his head like he was trying to keep his brain from exploding. "He just…he just called you 'My Liege'. He's bowing…and…WHAT THE HELL?! You brought him back from the dead and now he's your…servant?!"
