The head separated from the body and rolled a couple of centimeters over the dirt before stopping with its face looking up at the sky.
Then he released Ely's sword, which stuck its tip into the ground at his side, and crouched down to pick up the head.
"Wake Up."
Energy flowed from Mark's hand into the head he was holding, enveloping it in that faint glow he knew so well.
Mark waited, but nothing happened.
There was no tremor, no flicker, no sign that the ability had worked.
Mark visibly frowned.
"Wake Up," he repeated, concentrating harder.
The glow enveloped the head again, this time with more intensity, pulsing once, twice, three times before fading.
Seconds passed.
Nothing.
The head remained exactly as it was before.
'What the fuck...?'
Mark tried again.
"Wake Up."
Nothing.
"Wake Up."
Nothing.
"Wake Up."
Nothing.
Each attempt ended the same way. The energy flowed, enveloped the head, pulsed for a moment, and faded without producing any effect.
