"Let us go back," Michael said calmly.
Michael rested a hand lightly on Wisdom's head and stepped away from the boundary. In the next instant, his figure blurred as he activated his movement technique, crossing the distance in a few strides. A heartbeat later, a soft ripple in the air beside him announced Wisdom's return as the Voidfeather blinked back to his shoulder.
The familiar sight of his undead in their meditative poses, arranged across the broader center of the coffin space, calmed him.
Here, even if something went out of control, the worst outcome would simply be collateral damage he could repair.
Destroying or cracking the coffin itself, on the other hand, was something he had no intention of risking.
Wisdom shifted on his shoulder, his claws lightly gripping the fabric of Michael's black top.
Michael almost gave another order.
He wanted to see if Wisdom could teleport while carrying someone.
