"As expected," Darion muttered.
He crouched down, placed his right hand flat on the rusted chest plate, and said the word.
"Revive."
The green light moved through the armor the same way it always did, threading through the gaps in the metal, spreading across the visible bone, the skull lighting up beneath the tilted helmet.
The jaw shifted.
The hands on the chair arms twitched once. Then the figure stood, slowly, and lowered itself to one knee.
The helmet tilted forward as the head bowed, and the green eyes glowed in the shadow beneath the visor.
The room felt smaller with it upright.
Darion checked the stats.
[Undead Knight – Rust Tier]
Former Rank: Percvale Infantry
Combat Instinct: Preserved (Fragmented)
Strength: 50
Endurance: 50
Loyalty: 60
Pain Response: None
Morale: Irrelevant
Special Trait: Tireless (Does not fatigue)
Weakness: Core Destruction (Skull / Spine)
He looked at those numbers for a moment.
