Unbalanced

His eyes grow narrow at the question, and you see his empty hands clench reflexively.

"It was the power between life and death. The binding threshold, but now, the dead walk with living souls. Beings of true imbalance."

Another crack of thunder, this time much closer. A single vein of shadow begins to creel along an imperceivable hole in the wall.

"If you mean to kill me, do so. But if not, return to me my weapon so that I might slay the one who doomed us all."