The next threat fell even faster. Even with just one soul under his control, Zarek felt the difference in his Ash instantly.
He didn't even need to use the Imperial Wind Lance. With a flick of his finger, his Ash formed into a flying dagger through the air. Just before it hit a Turned that had tried to sneak up on him by swinging down from a tree, the soul of a hawk formed, its call filling the forest.
Interestingly enough, the monkey Turned lit on fire before the dagger even hit, collapsing into a pile of Ash on the ground.
'That was… different.'
Zarek tilted his head to the side, observing the pile on the ground. He walked over and then dragged a finger through the Ash, and then looked back at his shadow.
'Hm. It's gone.'
Zarek had been very casual about that strike, experimenting, testing boundaries, trying to see if there was something different about the Skill he had now, awakened through Axiograft, and the one he remembered.
