The Orc King's footing faltered as Ambrose took slow, deliberate steps forward. The skeleton of the orc he killed twitched when his shadow moved over it.
Then—a dark blue light glowed in its hollow eye sockets. It rose to its feet, standing tall with pieces of its rotted flesh still sticking to it.
A flick of Ambrose's wrists injected the reanimated orc with enough aether to make those muscles harden while strengthening its bones.
[NOTE: Host is capable of recalling fallen phantoms in his army back to his shadow. They can then stay in a brief state of hibernation until they're stable for use again.]
'What about corpses or skeletons?'
[As long as they're not completely disintegrated or destroyed, the host can piece back shattered parts and keep them moving.]
'Excellent.' he stretched out his arms, the motion making his shadow spread out on the ground like a cloak. "Return—my fallen phantoms."
