Ashton's gaze shifted to the lifeless body of the baby Drakonian lying amidst the remnants of its fallen kin. It stirred something within him—a glimmer of compassion and curiosity. His mind raced with possibilities, and he felt compelled to take a different approach.
"No need to touch the little one," Ashton called out, his voice filled with conviction. "Leave the baby Drakonian as it is, as I have another plan for it."
His summoned creatures exchanged curious glances but trusted in their master's judgment. They stepped back from the small, motionless beast, giving Ashton space to work.
With a focused expression, Ashton extended his hand towards the baby Drakonian's lifeless form. He tapped into the depths of his necromantic powers, drawing upon the ancient magic that coursed through his veins. A dark aura enveloped him as his power surged.
