The Hobgoblin and Goblin corpses twitched as Amon stood at the center.
The Black Stone embedded in the back of his hand pulsed faintly, and with a thought, the black corruption within it began to seep out.
It dripped like tar, hissing as it touched the corpses.
The corruption fell in drops at first. But after a bit, heaps of it started spilling from the back of Amon's hand, from the Black Stone embedded on there like an eye crying profusely.
The veins of the dead Goblins and Hobgoblins blackened instantly as the liquid seeped in, their flesh sagging and tightening as if being hollowed from the inside. Each corpse was filled to the brim
"That'll be your snack," Amon muttered with a chuckle. "Once you get here."
With that out of the way, his gaze fell to the shattered Golem. Its massive body lay in pieces, covered by a gooey liquid similar to the one he had just filled the corpses with. Amon's lips twisted into a smirk.
