The soul fire in Tommy's hollow eye sockets flared.
It was not the steady, controlled burn of a creature operating within the parameters of a given instruction. It ignited with the particular eagerness of something that had been waiting for permission and had now received it — bright and immediate, filling the empty sockets with a warmth that had nothing calculated about it. Tommy moved toward the pile of bones with a speed that was, by his usual standards, remarkably purposeful.
The second Astral Bone Vanguard stood still for a moment, its hollow gaze moving around the cavern in the mildly confused sweep of a creature that had just been summoned into an environment it was still processing. Then it saw Tommy. Watched the senior skeleton's enthusiastic descent upon the bone pile. Made what appeared to be a rapid assessment of the situation.
It moved forward with clear, unambiguous excitement.
