Chapter 242: Master's Friends
With clear requirements in hand, Ambrose now knew exactly how to weave this soul.
A death knight's mobility came entirely from its mount. Even the summoning of such a mount could vary in quality. Ambrose decided to strengthen the soul's affinity in that area as much as possible.
Then there was the requirement for independent operation. This undead would need the ability to adapt to circumstances and devise its own plans in the field. Undead didn't need supplies, but they did need a means of recovery. This death knight had to possess some means of self-healing—a dark healing spell, or something similar. Its mana regeneration also needed enhancement, which meant increasing the soul's affinity with dark magic…
Ambrose first outlined these broad strokes, then refined them into detailed specifications to ensure no mistakes during the weaving process.
After all, the materials alone cost over a million gold. Failure would be disastrous.
He carefully wove the shimmering threads into precise patterns, integrating them piece by piece into the jellyfish-like soul.
Black Rose didn't stay to watch. Instead, she began strolling through the castle.
A thought lingered in her mind: Would this castle one day become hers as well?
Before reconnecting with Ambrose, she rarely thought of him. But now that they were in contact again, she couldn't help recalling that he had given her his phylactery.