After his decisive victory, Zorvax casually strolled towards the remains of the Skeleton Dragon. The once formidable creature now lay in a heap of lifeless bones, a stark contrast to its previous nacing form. As Zorvax approached, a notification from his system interface caught his attention.
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[A Top-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[General] [Sergeant] [Soldier]
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Zorvax stood towering over the remains of the Skeleton Dragon, his face betraying a flicker of surprise as he absorbed the notification from his system. "A top-quality corpse," he said softly, almost to himself, a tone of unexpected pleasure coloring his words.
Ophelia, piqued by Zorvax’s evident surprise, stepped closer, her movents fluid and curious. "What did you find?" she asked, her voice rich with curiosity.
With a turn and a smug grin that spread across his face, Zorvax replied, "This dragon," he gestured grandly towards the bone heap, "it’s a top-quality corpse, similar to your tier."
Ophelia’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, her eyebrows arching high. "Is that so?" she responded, her voice rising with her astonishnt. "I wouldn’t have guessed from just looking at these old bones."
Nodding, Zorvax’s smile grew, an air of self-assuredness about him. "Indeed, and I plan to summon it," he declared, his voice dripping with the confidence of a leader used to seeing his plans co to fruition.
Ophelia, however, seed less than enthused, her face scrunching slightly in doubt. "Summon it?" she echoed, her tone laced with skepticism. "It’s not exactly... visually appealing, is it?"
Zorvax let out a low chuckle at her reaction, not at all deterred. "True, it might not win any beauty contests," he admitted, his voice light yet filled with amusent. "But consider its strength and the prestige of a dragon. It’s a top-tier creature, after all. Dragons carry a certain... allure, regardless of their state."
Caught between doubt and intrigue, Ophelia’s eyes darted from Zorvax to the dragon’s remains, then back again. After a mont’s hesitation, she shrugged, a reluctant acceptance shaping her features. "Well, when you put it that way... Maybe there’s a certain charm to it," she conceded, still not entirely convinced but open to the idea.
Zorvax, now with a gleam in his eye, turned back to the dragon bones, his hands rubbing together in anticipation. "Just think of the power it could lend us," he mused, more to himself than to Ophelia, lost in thoughts of grandeur and strategy.
He moved his fingers over the system interface with practiced ease, selecting options with a purposeful touch. "Ti to see what sort of General we can make out of this dragon," he announced, his voice brimming with excitent.
Ophelia, standing a few steps behind, watched Zorvax with a growing sense of admiration. Despite her initial misgivings, the idea of commanding such a powerful entity was undeniably thrilling. A small, conspiratorial smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Once Ophelia had given her reluctant approval, Zorvax wasted no ti in selecting the ’General’ option on his system interface to summon the dragon. As he initiated the process, his expression was one of focused anticipation, his fingers moving with practiced ease on the holographic display.
However, as the summoning began, an unexpected notification from the system caused Zorvax to pause. He read aloud for Ophelia’s benefit:
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[A Top-Quality Skeleton Corpse Detected]
[The Skeleton cannot be summoned as a zombie]
[Summon the dragon as a zombie or a skeleton]
[Tier 3 Skeleton Dragon]
[Tier 3 Dragon Zombie, Requiring 10,000 Zombie Points]
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As Zorvax read the system’s notification, Ophelia’s eyes widened in surprise, mirroring the thrill of a new discovery. "A zombie dragon?" she echoed, her voice a blend of astonishnt and excitent, the concept clearly capturing her imagination.
Zorvax, about to share his thoughts, was promptly interrupted by Ophelia’s eager interjection. "Let’s summon the zombie dragon," she suggested with decisiveness, her eyes sparkling with the idea. "We’re not short on zombie points, and it certainly sounds more intriguing than a regular skeleton."
Observing her enthusiasm, Zorvax couldn’t help but smile, appreciating her swift and assertive decision-making. "A zombie dragon it is," he agreed, his voice calm but laced with a hint of eagerness. The idea appealed to him too, fitting well within the the of their undead dominion.
With a confident gesture, Zorvax interacted with the system interface, selecting the option to summon a Tier 3 Zombie Dragon. The mont he confird his choice, an ominous surge of dark energy erupted from the dragon’s remains. The transformation had begun.
Ophelia leaned forward, her gaze intensely following the swirl of dark energy as it enveloped the skeletal remains. The air around them beca charged, crackling with the raw power of the summoning process.
Zorvax, watching intently, stood with an air of commanding presence. His arms were crossed, a pose reflecting his authority, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of excitent. The addition of a zombie dragon to their ranks was an exhilarating prospect.
As Zorvax initiated the transformation, each bone of the dragon began a dramatic tamorphosis. The bones twisted and contorted, reshaping themselves into a form that was both magnificent and undeniably undead.
The sight was spellbinding; the dragon’s skeletal structure grew increasingly detailed and sinister with each mont, evolving into sothing far more nacing than its previous incarnation.
Zorvax and Ophelia watched intently, their eyes fixed on the unfolding spectacle. Zorvax’s expression was one of calm fascination, a slight tilt of his head betraying his interest in every detail of the transformation.
Ophelia, on the other hand, leaned forward, her hands clasped together in anticipation, her eyes wide with awe. The process captivated them both, drawing them into the unfolding drama of death and rebirth.
Dark energy began to gather around the evolving bones, swirling and coalescing into a dense, swirling mass. It enveloped the dragon’s remains, creating a cocoon of shadows that seed to pulsate with a life of its own. The air around them crackled with this newfound power, the atmosphere heavy with the potential of what was about to erge.
As the energy intensified, the transformation reached its climax. The bones within the cocoon started to glow with an eerie light, casting a macabre luminescence that illuminated the surrounding area. Shadows danced across Zorvax and Ophelia’s faces, reflecting the ghostly light.
As the transformation neared its completion, Ophelia’s curiosity was palpable. "I’m curious about its abilities," she pondered aloud, her tone reflecting her intrigue. "What powers will this zombie dragon wield?"
Zorvax turned towards her, confidence radiating from his stance. "Whatever its abilities, it will undoubtedly strengthen our forces," he stated, his voice exuding the assurance of a leader confident in his army’s might.
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