Replicus wasn't as surprised to see the odd shape suddenly surge and lunge at him as it did. He had begun to imagine that there was something awfully wrong with the Paladin Champion from the moment whatever stopped his wounds from healing began to actively guard against his Null Life Essence.
Without even bothering to dodge or block the attack that came his way, he infused his mana into a particular concept, and in a blink, he, the bed and the Paladin appeared somewhere terribly dark.
The burst of Undeath then finally arrived to smash against his armour, but did nothing.
Replicus looked at it closely.
It looked like a caricature of a typical evil spirit: great horns over its head, large eyes fuming with a red light; a jagged mouth curved into a grin; thin limbs that ended with sharp claws.