'This is so annoying, first i'm told that father demands to see me and then i'm commanded to go "save" this rock, everything looks perfectly fine to me, got your races, the magic of this world has been barely touched so its pretty pure, this rock is actually pretty healthy, and you got your dead, everything looks fine."
Resigning to my fate the first thing i did was roam the island i'm on, the scenery's pretty nice and from what i can make out, the race that lived on this island, some sort of sentient frog people, were long sense wiped out, doesn't even look like frog people used to live here. The "army" or undead broke off while the majority left the island somehow, all thats left are a few skeletons with your zombie hordes or 5-10 zombies roaming around at night.
Their were a couple of times when they tried to touch me but lets just say...father wont be proud.
'Ha-haha-hahaha!'
"No! Stop it, I didn't do anything wrong, your telling me father doesn't even want me to lau- arghh!"
The golden flame engulfed him as he fell to his knees in pain, the surrounding forest was died gold and where ever the golden light touched surrounding undead crumbled to dust.
"Listen here flame! If father wants me to "save" this world then i'm doing it my way, so stay out of it!"
"All my wondering gone in a few seconds..."
A couple minuets of complaining mumbles he stood up to start walking again, if he wanted to leave this island he would need some lackeys.
'So, why not relieve a few off that buffoon?'
He slowly mapped out the island mentally with a bit of magic so that if needed he could summon a physical version of it which was unlikely. During his wondering he ran into a couple groups of zombies allowing them to follow him but keeping just out of their reach.
One zombie got a bit too close a swiped towards him only to hit air.
'Not yet...your time will come soon.'
He didn't stop until he could see the bright yellow sun start to showing reminding him that the horde behind him would soon disperse to avoid the sun. Turning around he could see that their was currently give or take about a hundred stumbling zombies following him, with a smirk on his face his eyes started to pulse a blood red light.
As the surrounding area was died blood red the zombies froze still trying to reach him but none could lift their feet.
"Okay, sun's almost up so its time to get things started, today you get to fight each other to see which one of you gets to become my minion!"
With a dignified tone he looked at the horde, with a clap of his hand the blood red light focused on the zombie horde as they started to brutally bash at each other. Every couple seconds zombies dropped to the ground crumbling to dust ad the rest continued their skirmish.
As the sun continued its slow rise the skirmish continued until only one was left standing, it was missing an arm and its head was bashed in but it successfully survived until the end. As it stood their no longer frozen the surrounding battlefield started to release a inky black mist that gathered around the low level zombie.
The mist slowly condensed into streams of inky black mana that was then absorbed by the low level zombie. The rays of sun light started to poor into their battlefield but with a slight wave of his hand a shadow covered the area allowing the zombie to process the mana in peace.
By the time the sun reached its peak the zombie was completely healed of its wounds, but it couldn't replace its lost arm, it looked up and stared at the figure before it with a new look in its eyes.
"Ma...ster!"
With a deep, dry voice, the zombie kneeled on the ground towards the figure.
"Good, so you finally know your place, alright get up, were leaving!"
The cloaked figure continued to wonder, but this time he had a zombie following him. Normal logic dictates that it should have already been turned to dust in the sun light but their was a blood red mist coating its body that was hard to see from far away.