It was only in the Land of Origin that one could be spared the worst of it. Here, the body and soul were like reflections on water. Pain could bleed through, but only faintly. If the same thing had happened outside, in the real world, the damage would have sunk deeper.
Even now, though the backlash twisted his body in this realm, Michael true body beyond the Land of Origin felt only a fraction of it. A quarter of the sting. But that was enough for Michael to understand his undead were truly dead. The bond was gone.
The next thing Michael felt was rage.
Part of it was for the loss of his undead.
But if he was being honest, that wasn't what burned deepest. He hadn't been close to those particular minions. What truly pained him was something else entirely.
Evolution Points.
Two undead at his current stage meant at least two hundred and fifty points gone—vanished in an instant. For one undead to accumulate this amount, at least half a year was needed.
