Arin stomped his 'Staff of Eternal Night' on the ground.
And then started chanting—
"By the ashes of the arcane,
And the whispers of the void,
I summon thee, wraiths of the fallen,
Rise from the corpses of magi destroyed.
Through the marrow of their craft,
And the shadows of their lore,
Bind your essence to my will,
And haunt this realm once more!"
Green lightning struck the ground 4 times from the dark clouds that had gathered over them.
Each of the spots where lightning had struck had great smoke.
Amidst the smoke, 4 purple-looking apparitions appeared. One look at them was enough to make blood dilute to water.
Arin was excited to know about these new minions of his.
[Congratulations! You have successfully raised 4 'Wraiths.']
['Raise Dead' Spell Progressed by +159. Skill Progression 159/200]
However, he was more excited about the next notification—
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| Wraith |
| Race: Undead |
|Tier-IV|
| Level: 1 |
| Owner: Arin Drez |
