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The surprise of today wasn't just discovering that our major foe was a Necromancer, a Draconic general Necromancer, which opened the chance that Fafnir had some sort of divine power capable of either bestowing Talents, Skills, or something similar to them, but that most of the Undead were all made from the remains and souls of the elves they had mercilessly hunted and killed.
It made me mad, but it didn't shake me as much as other people, the elven knights were furious, completely shocked by what they were seeing, and how far these lizardmen were willing to go to break their minds.
"GRAAAHHH…!"
"K-Kill… Kill… meeeee…!"
"Death… DEATH!"
The undead came in many forms, their bones formed giant skeletons, their souls were forcefully fused into agonizing, wailing specters of enormous size, and their rotten bodies were stitched together into zombie golems.
