"…Three failed."
Aiden looked down at them for a moment, his expression calm, but there was a faint trace of disappointment in his eyes.
"Too bad."
He straightened and waved his hand slightly.
"Throw them in."
Carrion didn't hesitate. He grabbed one of the corpses by the arm and dragged it toward the Flesh Reclamation Pit, while the other two were hauled along by nearby undead, their bodies scraping against the ground before being tossed in one after another.
Aiden watched them fall.
There was a dull sound as they hit the bottom.
Then the pit began to move again.
The same process.
When they came back out, they weren't the same.
The three Body Tempering practitioners that failed to become his direct summons climbed out slowly, their movements stiffer, their presence weaker, their once solid aura now faded into something far more ordinary.
Aiden clicked his tongue.
"Such a waste."
