Unbalanced

"If I do not wish your aid in healing, I will not accept it in battle. You may speak, but you are still Risen. She can still control you just as easily as a herder controls dogs."

Thunder shakes the building again, this time much closer. At the corner of your eyes, you see black tendrils of light creeping along the floor, working their way through the cracked tiles like an infection.

"Now, either give me my axe or not, but I will complete my work."