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.
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