Judging by his expression when he opened his eyes, its form surprised him. Emriss was not shocked. Ziel’s Remnant was a hulking, horned creature with much longer horns than Ziel himself had. Its deep green body pulsed with violent energy, its thick jaw was locked in a perpetual expression of rage, and its hands were massive fists. Even so, it slumped onto the ground, staring at nothing. Ziel pointed to it and looked to Emriss. “How am I supposed to get that thing to cooperate?” “That thing is you,” Emriss reminded him. The Remnant let out a heavy breath.
