The next day…
Blaze sat on a platform he had created on the spire. The wind ruffled his hair since he wasn't wearing the mask, which restricted the range of his vision.
It wasn't to look cool or enjoy the breeze, but to birdwatch. Which meant he had to squint while looking at the sky like a normal person. The only issue was that birds didn't fly in rot-infested rain.
Not like Blaze cared about that when something else was going on in his mind.
Why didn't I convert some of them earlier? Oh, wait, I tried, but those pesky creatures died midway.
In the two months following his clash with the Headless, Blaze had experimented on many creatures. Unfortunately, all the birds he experimented on turned into a mushy, rubbery ball of flesh.
At least Fester had fun playing fetch with those.
They didn't have enough mass to exist on their own as undead creatures. Blaze tried creating one himself, but then their wings became too burdened to fly.
