"Those damnable magical flames, those damnable adventurers, that- THAT DAMNABLE DUNGEON CORE! WHO DESIGNS A SEA OF FLAMABLE MAGIC GRASS!?" Having just escaped through the magical flames after losing half her life in the process, the necromancer stood on top of her now completely black bone construct yelling out filled with anger.
Just looking back down at the charred state of the formerly pristine white bones of her now black colored bone construct filled her with even more anger as she yelled out another string of curses directed towards the dungeon core and the adventurers behind the prairie fire that had swept through the sea of tall grass and consumed any of the monster who hadn't managed to escape from the magical flames in time.
