The Dragon raised its head, letting out an arrogant puff, before its body transformed into a thick black sludge.
The dragon shaped sludge slowly lost its form, allowing its rider to simply glide down to the ground before the sludge crawled into his shadow and finally vanished.
Ren glanced at Elise as she stood there, not hiding the slight disgust on her face at his magic. It was always like that. Necromancy was not designed to be pretty, it was designed to be overwhelming in its power, and he achieved that without fail.
What else did he have to care about other than that?
"How did the raid go? Any issues?" Elise asked the arrogant undead as he strode past her.
"Ask Bird boy." He simply grunted in response and pushed past her, a thick black cloud of irritation hanging over his head as he stormed off like a petulant teenager.
