Yet it took the Dragon a wave of his scaled hand to alter the coordinates of the magical formation and have it press on the undead instead, forcing them to fight against the ever-shifting gravitational pull just to keep their flesh together.
"If fear isn't enough to make you talk, pain will do." The Dragon opened his mouth, hurling a gentle stream of Origin Flames that engulfed Ruksha.
Much to everyone's surprise, it didn't affect the stone floor, the Moon Fall array, Ruksha's armor, or even his clothes. The Ghoul was seemingly unscathed yet he screamed at the top of his lungs in agony like no undead had ever done before.
They were supposed to be immune to pain, their bodies just vessels for the necromantic energy that animated them. Very few things could hurt them and for those, darkness fusion was supposed to be plenty enough.
