As the woman drew her last breath, the dark energy around her immediately sank into her body to conquer her soul. There was more than enough energy to completely create another clone of the woman's soul—a darker, filthy one.
In the next second, a pale, ugly undead soul emerged from her corpse and howled. This one was born with such abundant dark power that it looked just like another living individual.
Her howling was also a talent possessed by most undead creatures, which shocked all other souls nearby.
Although Angor only felt a little weird thanks to his special property. The howling only quickened the death of the other women who were hung by the hooks.
The newborn soul lifted her head and quickly rushed toward the only target in the room—Angor—with her sharp claws raised high.
She no longer had any sanity left, and Angor never expected her to actually remember his "favor". Angor already ordered his image to leave the room, while his real self hid somewhere else.
