Michael's excitement quietly grew. Instead of continuing to spread his will across all three undead at once, he immediately changed his approach. Since three targets created too much resistance, he would take one first.
His gaze locked onto the skeletal dragon fighting with his High Drake. By this point Varek had also moved toward the center of the battlefield, much like Michael.
The green light in Michael's eyes deepened. Death's Ground pulsed again with his consciousness infused into it, but this time all the pressure gathered toward a single point.
The skeletal dragon.
Varek's expression changed instantly.
"What?!"
The connection between him and the skeletal dragon began weakening at a terrifying speed. It wasn't a slight tremble anymore.
It was as though an invisible hand had grabbed the bond between master and undead and was tearing it apart strand by strand.
