After receiving Michael's permission, Jester moved.
There was no visible surge of power or grand display. He simply placed a hand over the man's head. For a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then the man's body trembled faintly. His breathing stuttered, uneven and shallow. A low, almost inaudible sound escaped his throat before fading completely.
Jester's eyes remained calm.
Seconds passed. Then he withdrew his hand.
The man remained still. His chest still rose and fell, but when Michael examined him he already knew. The man was effectively dead. Not in the physical sense. But everything that had made him who he was had been stripped away entirely.
Now he was simply a shell.
Michael's gaze lingered on the body. He found himself wondering what to do with it now. As much as he was a necromancer, he had come to prefer working with actual corpses rather than people reduced to this state.
