A few minutes into the ritual, Adarian gave both Nastasya and Odin a nod to signal that he required their assistance now. It was time for them to place their hands upon the cultist's shoulders and flow their magical powers into him. The swirling energy that encapsulated the entire room was pulsating wildly, as if close to bursting and ending the entire ritual. Adarian himself, the old fool, was visibly sweating from the strain, with veins popping in his head to show that he, too, was close to bursting. This was taking a lot out of him, and he needed the strain lessened.
Placing his hand on the man's shoulder, Odin began to pour some of his magic into the man, as he noticed Nastasya did the same. With both of their magical energies flowing into the cultist, finishing the ritual with relative ease, and bringing his creation back to life, or well, relative undeath. Odin studied the man, who seemed to be in good health for a dead man. He stood there, grey skinned and motionless, awaiting an order from Adarian, his new master. At the mention of the former priest's name, the zombie's eyes sprung open and his head focused on the cultist, who smiled and told him to stand in the corner of the room, an order that the zombie performed perfectly. With a smile, Adarian looked to the two mages, and brought out two equally sized coin purses, paying them and bidding them farewell. With a grin, Odin collected his purse, bade both Adarian and Nastasya farewell, and left.
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