The world trembled…
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
The many lizards suddenly felt tiny, as if the world was about to end. And they weren't wrong either, for everything turned mad.
In the distance, a Harbinger of death appeared…
[Successfully Raised Lizard Skeleton!]
[Successfully Raised Lizard Zombie!]
[Successfully Raised Lizard Ghoul!]
….
As Jack kept raising undead, he felt free.
He had always had restrictions on his necromancy, whether the skill directly or the Mana needed to cast it, but now it felt like he had activated cheat codes.
In the remnants of the Lizardgeddon, he felt like a god.
Infinite Mana, no pesky spectators watching, and nowhere to run either— at least not right this instant. And he knew this was the only opportunity he'd get.
Jack rose undead after undead, and then he marched…
Through killing lizards, I somehow felt closer to the race than ever. Is it bad if I forgot that I was human for an instant? No, that's what they deserved...