The object on the head of the Grave Digger-turned-Ghoul—it was unclear if it was a Scroll or a staff—vanished. A red circlet appeared in its place, settling on his forehead. Two bone shields also materialized where his arms had been severed. The shields were a deep gray, the color of stone grave markers.
His body remained as gaunt as before, his skin cracked and inelastic, like withered, dehydrated flesh. The hole in his chest was still there, revealing an empty cavity filled with swirling gray mist, but no internal organs.
Furthermore, thanks to his awakened shadow talent, his body flickered in and out of view within the gray mist, looking as if it could dissolve into shadow and vanish at any moment.
Just then, the gray mist above the undead-transmutation Rune Array gradually formed the shape of a gate. Accompanied by shrill, piercing shrieks, a cold, deep voice drifted out from within. "We meet again, young Wizard. A Ghoul this time? Quite strong, heh heh..."
