And while the battle continued, with the devils growing increasingly careful not to die and the Hellish rampaging across the battlefield, Jeremy called aside about a dozen skeletons of various shapes.
"We just have to try." With a simple nod, the skeletons lost the blue light in their eyes and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
An unreal silence fell around him, as if time itself had stopped to watch.
The power that had kept them alive had vanished, leaving only bones on the ground.
Then, making gestures with his hands, Jeremy began to control the bones, making them float, bending them, breaking them, shaping them to create a well-defined form.
Every fragment joined with the others with surgical precision, as if an invisible ancestral blueprint guided his every move.
A Flamehoof.
Moments later, a group of five skeletal wolves stood before the boy.
Their skeletal bodies emitted a faint glow, and they seemed to growl, even without vocal cords.
"And now, the final touch."
