Wizard Reed gently stroked his Obsidian Staff. For a Wizard, a magical tool might not be the most important thing, but for a Dark Wizard, a magical tool was sometimes more valuable than his own life.
He had spent a great deal of effort finding this Obsidian Staff and expended much of his Spirit Power to modify it. It was imbued with Spirit Power, infused with an aura of death, and treated with various herbal concoctions; indeed, this Obsidian Staff had endured numerous trials.
Wizard Reed had already sensed that both of his Soul Puppets had completely dissipated. He still had the ability to launch another attack using the lingering wave of rotted flesh and bone. However, his familiarity with Spirit Power Feedback made him aware of a Wizard in holy robes on the opposing side. Thus, even if he launched a final assault, it would be futile.
