“You were only supposed to raise me,” Cei groaned. “Not every corpse in the graveyard!”
Alaric flipped through the Grimoire of Life Eternal frantically, trying to find the right spell. Life transferral, ghost-binding, pacts with various spirits and even Death herself, the preservation of corpses and one very long, detailed ritual that involved removing your heart and stashing it somewhere secret to become invulnerable.
Finally he found the right spell and realized his mistake. One whole bloodroot, not two.
He looked out at the sea of shambling corpses and then back to the very peeved ghost hovering beside him.
“Oops?”
*Makes a note* Two bloodroots can raise an army. Interesting.
Oopsie daisy.