Jack stood in the forest with Rhys, Brutus, Pho, and Slyph all staring at him with varying degrees of shock, concern, and in Pho's case, carefully controlled wariness.
The Deathfrost Demon hadn't relaxed at all despite Death's departure. His blank white eyes were still fixed on Jack, clearly processing the implications of everything he'd just witnessed.
Jack reached through the Soul Link, pulling on specific consciousnesses from his bound army.
Twenty minotaurs materialized around them in flashes of red lightning, warriors from the two hundred forty-seven he'd bound in the wasteland.
Each one carried weapons recreated through the binding process, their red eyes burning with perfect loyalty as they awaited commands.
Brutus's expression shifted. Confusion for a brief moment as he processed why his master was summoning more of his kind, then understanding as he realized what Jack intended.
