Kirnardaz wandered the abandoned city, simply enjoying the magical energies of the huge ruined city. It was uninviting to most mordecai, as in some places, rumour had it that some mordecai were stripped of their power by the sheer volume of power. So naturally, Kirnardaz was drawn there by morbid curiosity. He wanted to see if the reports of dead mordecai were true.
It was five minutes from the broken fountain statue to the place it was apparently happening. He walked, taking note of mutated wildlife, and wildlife which obeyed him. Notably the giant, man-eating fly traps. They were corrupted, and it made him their master. And he commanded them to guard.
He arrived in the spot, and keeled over in immortal agony, the energy flowing through him in dense, thick streams. It was invigorating, and painful in one. He involuntarily began to float, feeling his power growing by the second. Shades and Shadows began to come alive near him, and several goblins materialised. They were his.
"AGH!"
