"Necromancy…?"
Absalom and Barns remain suspended in the void, locked into each other. As the dreamworld of Ravinatra faded, so too did Absalom's more human look. The longer they spend in the void, the quicker he becomes more dead-looking.
"The power to control the dead. Now that you've lost King Clancy's cleansing foam, this may be the only way for you to reach your goals - is it not?"
Barns ponders the thought. He didn't like the idea of having a horde of undead - not one bit. But if such a power is something he could turn on the Sentinels…it's worth looking into, at the least.
"I imagine you could control the dead - zombies, monsters - and force them to dash themselves against the King's barrier," Absalom notes in somber silence.
"That's…way better than the idea I just had," Barns smirks.
So even now, Clancy is giving him a way to resurrect humanity. It's hard to see it any other way - Clancy is and forever will be his miracle. The path to restoring all humanity.
