"There are many - that is simply the closest of those most worthy our auspicious attention."<br/><br/>Entering the village, she lifted her arms and made an arc in the air with her right, swaying in the motion as necrotic Essence shimmered in her hands, swirling about her like chains. With a brief grey flash, groans were heard all around them as wisps of energy poured out from every corpse nearby, swimming to her and filling her with their stolen life.<br/><br/>A black vortex erupted around her, shadowy, red-tinted chains writhing about in the ghostly space as a circle of void opened up on her forehead, weeping blood down her face. The swayed mortals of the town came before her, moving to kneel and prostrate themselves before her incredible glory. Risen corpses of those slain shambled up and did the same, and as they did so, a bloodstone clasped in soulsteel shone briefly with a ghostly light, mystically carving a brand upon their foreheads.<br/><br/>Her eyes burned with unholy vigor as she looked to her companion. "We will claim each town we come across, then.." her Anima danced wildly around her, as if eagerly anticipating the next sacrifices, as her Caste mark watched with the eyes of the Neverborn, "... and show them the truth of suffering."