"It's not working?"
Michael was just about to go with the next best option—smashing the creature's skull with all his strength—when a thought struck him.
This undead… it wasn't mindless.
It had consciousness. Intelligence.
So why not try something else?
While still gathering power into his right hand, Michael summoned one of the newest additions to his Legion.
Jester.
[A/N: Yeah… once again, you guys came up with a cooler name than I ever could. I'm definitely not sulking. Nope. Not at all.]
Jester was a unique creature—one with a set of skills Michael had to admit were formidable.
He wanted to try something.
Naturally, he only dared because he had the strength to back it up.
If things got out of hand, he wouldn't hesitate to summon a bigger threat. Leaving traces wasn't a concern right now—this was more important.
"Jester, take over," he ordered calmly.
As expected of a taboo-born entity, even with its freshly awakened intelligence, Jester understood instantly.
