In the heart of the A-class dungeon, Kai, now wielding the newfound power of the Necromancer class, stood poised for battle. The labyrinthine halls echoed with the hissing and slithering of the lizardmen, their reptilian forms poised to strike. Armed only with a stone-like hammer pilfered from a fallen lizardman, Kai relied on his ingenuity and the potential of his newly acquired talent.
With a calculated plan in mind, Kai lured a lone lizardman away from the safety of its comrades. The creature, sensing an opportunity for an easy kill, lunged towards Kai with a vicious swipe. But Kai's shadowmeld talent allowed him to sidestep the attack effortlessly, leaving the lizardman momentarily off-balance.
Seizing the opening, Kai struck with his crude weapon, aiming for the lizardman's vulnerable spots. The blow landed with a resounding crack, felling the creature in a single strike. As the life drained from the lizardman's eyes, Kai uttered the keyword, "Arise."
To his surprise, the fallen lizardman rose from the ground, its body reanimated by Kai's necromantic abilities. However, the reanimated lizardman retained its original form, appearing as if it were merely unconscious rather than undead. The system's voice echoed in his mind, warning him of the limited duration of the resurrection.
Curiosity piqued, Kai turned his attention to the system. "How long do these undead last?" he inquired, seeking a better understanding of the temporal nature of his newfound minions.
There was a moment of silence before the system responded. "I apologize for the oversight. Allow me to rectify it," the system stated, its voice tinged with a hint of regret.
Suddenly, Kai felt a searing pain in his chest, as if his very being were being torn asunder. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest, the agony threatening to consume him. The system's notification appeared, its words swirling before his eyes.
"Mana Heart being formed. Mana Heart is a core of pure mana energy that will sustain and stabilize the lifespan of your undead creations. It will grant you control over the duration of their existence."
As the pain subsided, Kai's consciousness was filled with a newfound clarity. He felt an ethereal presence within him, an essence of pure mana pulsating with power. The Mana Heart had been formed, a vessel for his necromantic abilities and the key to commanding the undead.
With his Mana Heart now in place, Kai stood tall once more, his resolve renewed. He no longer feared the limited duration of his reanimations. Instead, he saw it as an opportunity—a chance to orchestrate his movements strategically, using the undead as instruments of chaos and destruction.
Empowered by his newfound control over the undead, Kai delved deeper into the A-class dungeon, his hammer in one hand and his necromantic abilities at the ready. Lizardmen fell before him, their bodies rising again to join his undead legion. The halls were filled with the echoes of his enemies' demise and the hushed whispers of the reanimated, their loyalty unwavering.
The sight of the reanimated lizardmen, indistinguishable from their living counterparts, sent ripples of fear through the remaining creatures. The power of the Necromancer class was on full display, a force to be reckoned with.
As Kai continued his slaughter, his mind whirled with the possibilities that lay before him. With his shadowmeld talent and the necromantic arts at his disposal, he was an unstoppable force, cutting through the lizardmen with a deadly combination of stealth and necromantic prowess.
The dungeon became a canvas for his vengeance, and the lizardmen were mere pawns in his grand design. With each fallen foe, his army of the undead grew stronger, their loyalty bound to his will. The once-dreaded lizardmen were now at his command, instruments of his retribution.
In the depths of the dungeon, as the battle raged on, Kai's laughter filled the air—a laughter fueled by the intoxicating power he now wielded. The path of the Necromancer had only just begun, and with it, Kai's reign of vengeance would leave a mark that would never be forgotte