Whenever Michael stated that none of his undead were below Rank 3, he was technically not lying.
Putting aside the many Rank 3 undead under his command and the terrifying existences that had already stepped into Rank 4, there was indeed one creature around him that had yet to reach that stage.
Wisdom.
Which was honestly a little ironic.
Among all his undead and contracted creatures, Wisdom was the one whose traits Michael copied the most often.
Whether it was phase movement, spatial sensitivity, or perception enhancement, Wisdom's abilities had proven useful on countless occasions.
And yet the owl itself was still stuck below Rank 3.
To be fair, this was not because Wisdom lacked talent. Talent might be important to other powers, but to Michael it was not much of a concern. After all, if one lacked talent, he could just use his own talent to feed them some.
The problem was much simpler.
