Теневая эссенция

Though their oaths are sworn to another, though their souls are bound to a lord they serve with undivided devotion—they shall still answer your call.

For you, recognized by the broken lord of the nether, carry a shard of divine essence wrested from his realm, and this alone compels their service.

They will follow your every command—even if you bid them draw their bows against the Trials cast down from the Lord.

As a black magician, you should have known by now: those elusive shadow-wraiths never appear when you grip your blade ready to strike. Waiting for them is like guarding a flower that will never bloom amidst a blizzard — your time is far too precious to be squandered thus.

Since the lofty moon offers no trace of their whereabouts, turn then to older graves. The tombstone bricks, steeped in that same kindred silence, await but one fitting rite to call forth newborn ghouls from their slumber—creatures so feeble, yet they spare you the endless wait.