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With a taste of disappointment fresh on his palate from the flock of questions battered at him the Warlock looked down at the disembodied Spirit Walker. She was rather rude for a guest, not stating her name and instead just asking questions, not wrong of her of course but still it was a tick that bit a him a little. Taking a deep breath he drew one hand before him, holding what looked like the same mass as before when they fought. At its core dark and drawing in light, trying to hold on as if barely clinging to life, around it on the visible edges it got lighter till it became transparent.

“This is what I can control.”

With that said he crushed the object in his hands, a small scream could be barely heard as the object was broken into dust. Flowing into his maw like a snack followed by a new object being formed in his hand. At first glance it looked like a soul, acted and resonated just like a normal soul of a living creature, but it was missing something. Letting the orb fly from his hand it launched up only to come crashing back down into one of the empty husks below causing it to animate. Rising from its knee the creature took shape, becoming like it’s summoner in form but instead of more male, it became female.
The creature roared like it’s master holding the blade it held aloft to where the Warlock and Spirit Walker stood. Lowering its arm with the noise it made it remained vigilant as if awaiting orders.

“I can make them, order them, and they are loyal to a fault. The Gender I can not control, but this is what I can control without breaking the mind apart. I hope this answer’s your questions.”

With that he waved his hand in front of the creature, as soon as he did the creature disappeared from vision only to reappear behind the Warlock, a head shorter but still taller then most mortal creatures. Turning around the Beast started inspecting it, opening its mouth showing it was in fact its head not just some fancy armor, holding up its arm ensuring full range of motion. For everything that it was, the creature was in fact alive and in fit health.

“I offer you what I have, to aid me and in turn I will aid you in the only way befitting, as a teacher.”

Turning around heading back inside, the creature following behind him inline.  Everything around them still just as dim but holding the glow of the sphere he had made earlier to summon the Spirit Walker. Taking a set in the damaged Throne, the creature taking a knee, the Warlock looked at her with with his hands folded before his maw.

“As I said, the offer is before you. Either under my teaching or of your own, a free body or the armor of their back before animation. The Orc’s who were before the entire race fell were versed in all subjects of study, even the darkest of subjects held little limits to them. Now make a choice, or take one of them and think about it. I will have the body moved to your damaged frame.”