Troubling Dead (Part 2)

Or so Lith thought for a couple of seconds, before the creature started moving around obediently like it was supposed to.

"Something is wrong. I'm not using tendrils of mana to fuel it since it's an experiment, but I can feel it getting stronger. Solus?"

"It's the eye! Or better, the eyes! Even as undead, they can gather world energy. The black one, in particular, has formed a mana pool with a strength on par with a red core already and it keeps getting stronger."

"Ma-master." Trouble stuttered, giving Lith the creeps.

"Shut it down!" Solus said.

"I'm trying!" Both his attempts to retrieve the undead energies and to possess the Balor's body to crush the pseudo core from within had failed. Lith didn't care if the thing called him master, lord, or hubby.

He didn't trust anything he couldn't control.