"Ahh!"
A sharp cry escaped Fenric's lips as he staggered backward. His face was filled with shock as he stared at the calm boy before him.
How is this possible?! He screamed inwardly.
The piercing pain in his soul terrified him. This was the first time he had suffered backlash from attempting to take control of someone else's undead servant.
His talent was related to the soul.
Because of that, he had always been able to override the mental connection between a necromancer and their undead servants. Yet now…
His soul had been injured. If he did not perform a sacrificial offering quickly to mend the damage, he would be unable to maintain his power for long.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to steady his breathing and composed his expression. When he looked at Thoren again, there was no trace of arrogance left in his eyes, only caution and gravity.
From that single exchange alone, he had realized something horrifying.
He was far weaker than the boy standing before him.
