It was one big ball of tar.
Of bones and limbs. Of eyeballs and blood.
Marek sighed.
Why was it always he who had to deal with the monsters? That thing had put human and orc souls within itself. Used their hatred and anger.
Marek saw the error in this creature. It was using hate, which was a textbook way to build itself.
But the humans hated the orcs. The orcs hated the humans.
Both kinds of souls wanted to move on.
"A priest would have done this better, but, hey, let's see," Marek released all the ghouls he had created. Mindless. Not like Albert.
But they could serve a purpose.
He took off his cloak and placed it on the ground. It was going to be a good show, he thought.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Eat!" Marek yawned, closed his eyes, and placed runes over his ears.
It was time for a nap.
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The ghouls almost looked like fresh corpses, Marek mused, as he used some of his mana to let the doomed souls go.
He needed to earn cookie points. Needed to evolve his army.
