She slammed her staff into the ground, unleashing an invisible seismic wave that made the bodies of the taotie footmen twitch. Suddenly, their armour turned black, dark mist billowed off their bodies as they picked up their broad axes and rose up, all eight thousand of them.
Those that she drained couldn't be turned into wraiths.
A loud roar tore through the air as the dragon, now black as a starless night sky rose up, its wounds healed as it bowed its head to Dirge.
As the strongest in her unit, Dirge naturally selected the dragon to become the lieutenant. It had risen as an 18.6 Divine Tier dragon, not an ounce weaker than when it was alive but unlike Lament's cavalry who had individual personalities and could speak, Dirge's shadows couldn't.
They were her wraiths now.
With eight thousand four hundred shadow wraiths under her command and three lieutenants, Dirge followed Godfrey through the gate which Mountain pulled down.
