660 Wraiths

Mikey, the Will'o'Wisp, one of the first two undead that Eiro had created just a few months ago, floated up to Partax excitedly. If he had a heart, Eiro would be able to hear it beating louder than drums at a parade.

"I'm a huge fan!" Mikey exclaimed, trying to stretch out his ethereal hand. Currently, Mikey's body was still a far cry from that of a regular person; his whole, roundish and slightly oblong, body was the size of a person's torso, and had just two hands floating nearby. He was made of mostly black smoke that seemed to solidify in certain places, at least allowing him to interact with things. His sister's body was similar, just that she was made of white smoke. Overall, even if they were still clearly recognizable as anything but people, it was still clear that they were once human.