Kaikura held his hands over the corpse and whispered the
prayer his father had taught him long ago. He had been attempting the ritual
nightly for two weeks with no results. Zhoggal had either ignored his entreaties
or his limited energies had been focused elsewhere. Kaikura had feared that
tonight would be the same.
Then he felt a turgid energy begin to swirl through the
small basement room. It stank. He smiled and kept praying. The corpse rose to
its feet and waited. Kaikura finished his prayer and stood, elated. The
animated body stared straight ahead, awaiting its first command.
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