"Stop!"
The moment the Necrotic Black Light flew from Medivh's fingertips, Moana's shout rang out.
Mind Control Spell was interrupted, and Medivh stopped casting.
Without any further mana or mental control, the Necrotic Black Light that had landed on the corpse only refined a half-finished skeleton component.
"Bishop Moana, this is an internal matter for the Mage Association. Please don't interfere!"
His control interrupted, Saruman looked toward the source of the shout, visibly annoyed. The Light Priest was meddling where he wasn't wanted.
"Medivh never joined the Mage Association. Besides, doesn't the Mage Association place the greatest importance on protecting personal privacy? Are you knowingly repeating a mistake, or has the Mage Association changed its rules?"
Moana refused to back down, determined not to let Saruman obtain the Bone Refining Spell.
"You..."
"Saruman, come back! What Medivh cast was an ordinary Bone Resurrection Spell. It only mutated because his soul is special."
Just as Saruman was about to argue, a mental transmission sounded in his mind.
When Saruman cast Mind Control Spell, a High Mage had been watching Medivh from behind the scenes, recording his spell model.
Medivh had cast Bone Resurrection Spell. It had only mutated because his soul was special.
If it were a conventional spell that could be widely taught, the High Mage would be interested.
There was no need to offend the Church of Light over a specialized spell that could never be passed on.
The Mage Association had spells for making Golems. Many High Mages had Golem Workshops in their Mage Towers, capable of automatically producing all sorts of Golems.
Their Golem Workshops were far more productive than Medivh's Bone Refining Spell.
Saruman still had plenty of questions. Where had Medivh gotten the resources to train? Why had he advanced so quickly?
But the High