"I wonder if I can turn something like this into my undead?" The fifth circle Magus smiled, his smile as sharp and thin as a sword. "When last did I bring out my collection of undead?"
The two hundred and fifty eyes of sorrow tree focused all its eyes on the fifth circle Magus and without hesitation, all the eyes spewed forth blinding beams of silver light that chased the darkness of the night away and filled the air with a loud humming sound.
But the fifth circle Magus did not move, in fact he laughed with his hands raised. "Come forth!"
A dark blue portal opened up behind him like the door to some kind of otherworldly place. It came with a chill of bitter coldness and then, from within, creatures began to pour out.
The first to appear was a creature that was not bigger than a fist but the undead radiated an intense magical pressure. The small undead raised its hand and suddenly, there was sunlight in the night!
