By the time the life that burned within the core of the Flaming Stallion King had died out, it was wholly encased in see through ice, like a beautiful museum display. Leon whistled. It was quite a sight, and it made him wonder if he could raise this beast without destroying its body.
His dark mana that was tinted with Unholy energy reached out for the wispy soul that lingered within the beast's core. Then he tugged it out of the body, taking it to the opposite side of the hall. Then he began the raising process. Black smoke rose around the wispy soul, ravaging the air around it and sending the ambient mana around into turmoil. When it finally died down, the form of the Flaming Stallion King was left, with black-purple fire running down its mane and tail. Its eyes burned with a fire that could not be put out.