Those who didn't only noticed a glow of their feathers and scales, dismissing it as one of Mogar's many oddities.
The Demon Dirge crossed the ocean, reaching Jiera and the ruined city of Tle'ket, where the Dead King was rebuilding his army.
"I knew it!" Orpal said as a faint radiance manifested across his skin. "I was right not to disturb Leech's wench until she spawned another little monster. The last time, I was much weaker and didn't know what to expect, but this time it will be different!"
The Dead King had never ceased probing his life force for the different aspects that he assumed would match his hated brother's. All of his experiments had been fruitless until that moment, but Orpal had never given up on hope.
He looked out of the balcony of his room to check the effects of the Demon Dirge on his Upyrs. The human servants across the city experienced an increased elemental affinity and talent for magic, yet everyone else experienced no change.
