Michael withdrew his consciousness from the Mausoleum with a satisfied nod. The transfer had been flawless.
The Soul Preservation Flame now rested within one of the Mausoleum's richest death-element regions. Given enough time and sufficient nourishment, there was even a chance it would continue growing naturally.
His gaze slowly swept across the settlement. The countless skeletons still remained exactly where they had been.
With a single thought, the space behind him distorted. The entrance to the Mausoleum silently unfolded. Unlike before, the gateway remained several dozen metres wide.
Michael calmly raised one hand.
"Enter."
The command spread across the entire settlement. Instantly, every skeleton moved without hesitation. They marched in orderly lines toward the portal, disappearing into the Mausoleum one after another.
The Skeleton Chief had to once again quietly watch as all her years of hard work were taken by another.
