[frozen mahotaur]

[A cruel smile. Runes glowed along the length, empowered the great circle as mist wafted from it. Not the meat nor bone to float gracefully in union this time, but a new strange thrum of power, always shifting throughout the leylines and runic symbols. It was an unique tearing from the sanctuary of silence. Power grew like a living thing through the incorporeal. Hollow and ghostly eyes flashed and then the voice]

"No flesh to be torn nor blood to leave stain."

"You will serve me well"

- Not a zombie nor skeleton. You are a ghost.
- Your name is your own.
- Base sprite of a phantom.
- Can ascend towards new heights of undead with time.
- Your Master will provide, you won't need any gear.
- You are a harvester, always seeking to absorb undeath.
- Challenging gameplay, for everyone will most likely try to destroy you.

[Slot Closed, thanks for everyone who sent DMS!]