Zich did not choose many. He only selected a few of the lowest level skeleton tombstones, reducing the number from ten to seven.
As soon as the selection was confirmed, the tombstones trembled lightly at the same time before transforming into gray white soul particles. They rose from the dark mud and gathered toward his palm.
The rain fell onto those particles but failed to scatter them.
Soon, a black blue sphere of light about the size of a fist appeared in Zich's hand.
The sphere was not large, but the aura inside it was extremely oppressive, as if the lingering resentment of several undead creatures had been forcibly kneaded together.
Zich looked at it, his interest growing even stronger.
"Just a few low level tombstones can produce something like this."
He walked to an open area of the graveyard. After confirming there were no important tombstones nearby, he raised his hand and threw the black blue sphere forward.
FWOOOSH!
