Orlin's bones twitched slightly, and then a hollow, bony grin stretched across his skull.
"Kai…"
Kai raised a brow. There was something else in that voice, something more lingering behind the cracks of undeath and memory. He sensed unfinished thoughts.
"You sound like you have more to say," Kai said, pulling his bone chalk from the shadow space. "Hold still."
He stepped closer and began drawing. The bone chalk scraped lightly across the surface of Orlin's brow. Sigils of chaos took shape, swirling in nested spirals and jagged script that only necromancers and the most daring soul mages ever dared to copy. The mark pulsed faintly once he was done, and a thread of faint violet light tied itself into Orlin's form like the first root of a sapling digging into soil.
Kai stood back and nodded. "There. That should help."
