As Zelthrax's life force ebbed away under the piercing gaze of Aldred, the atmosphere within the Shadow Forge shifted dramatically. A dense, purplish dark shadow began to coalesce around Zelthrax's body, swirling with an ethereal grace that seemed to defy the natural laws of the forge. The shadows danced and twisted, weaving themselves into a spectral form that mirrored Zelthrax's own. When the shadows finally settled, Zelthrax stood once more before Aldred, her appearance now that of a shadowy, purplish figure, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. She was his to command, an undead being bound to his will.
Aldred, observing his new, undead ally, wasted no time in seeking answers. "The weapon, how do we stop it?" he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.