"Arstaaaain…" the ghost howled from the wall. Aleric shut him up.
On closer inspection of the sword, Aleric could feel that it wasn't empty of magic—some Dark energy found its way there. It wasn't a spell, but the item certainly was what non-mages would call "cursed". Aleric guessed that strikes with it would release Dark energy into targets, hurting them.
Almost like his own enchantments, except weaker and probably not one-use.
There were a lot of singed marks on the metal's surface, and the steel there felt brittle. But overall, the blade was still solid and sharp.
"It's incredible, master! Such unorthodox and inventive use of a Raise Undead Servant spell—even… Oh, even great Xarvain never thought to do something like this! I would know—I have all his necromantic knowledge!" Spine Staff gushed.
Inside the circle, Aleric's new undead servant slowly rose to his feet. Aleric looked at him.
"New servant… Did you cut your throat too deep to talk?"
"What?…"
