Flaming Reanimate Awakening

"What on earth?" Xidrel, a Lich, mumbled upon feeling the sudden pull at its consciousness. Its connection to Raz, the ghoul, suddenly cut. Not weakened, nothing to indicate the ghoul losing a fight. It just suddenly disappeared. Perplexing the lich and ruining its train of thought.

"That can't be right. He had found the reinforcements, and his target was just a measly Tier 2. There is no way the elf survived for a minute." Mumbling, the lich turned to his partner in crime and subordinate. A Flaming Reanimate who was truly close to becoming something more. 

They were one of the rarest undeads. Nurturing them took an insane amount of time. It was also often impossible, their condition for entering the higher ranks was by far the strictest.