Shade sent a tendril of his power down to the mortal realm. It wended to and fro, guided by the droning chant of his supplicant. Despite the shining beacon of the woman’s faith, Shade had difficulty locating her. Even his ability to see outside of the celestial sphere had become hazy since the divine war.
When he finally did locate his priestess, he strained to hear her clearly enough to comprehend her desires. After he finally understood, he inhaled and blew into the mouth of the corpse at his worshipper’s feet. Its lungs filled with divine air and it stirred.