This made the Soul Fire in its eye sockets dance with joy. It instinctively straightened its skeletal frame and tightened its grip on the bone spear and Bone Shield, looking for all the world as if it was ready to die for its master at any moment.
"Excellent. Full of spirit!" Lynch nodded in satisfaction and began to fulfill an important duty as its master—bestowing a name!
He glanced at the conspicuous Skeleton Shield in its left hand and pondered for a moment.
"From this day on, you shall be called... Bone Shield-Steel Plate. From now on, you are the commander of my Personal Guard!"
Bone Shield's body visibly straightened, standing even taller, and its Soul Fire danced with even greater joy.
Poor Bone Valor still had no idea what had just happened.
Having added a new Netherworld Skeleton Soldier to his ranks, Lynch settled in to rest.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
The night deepened, and the moon vanished from sight.
