Doesn't it want to gorge itself to resurrection?
I'm going to give it the opportunity!"
As Dean McKenzie spoke, his hand movements quickened, opening the Gate of Bone, unleashing a slew of Six-turn Skeletons as if they were free.
On one hand, he was sacrificing these skeletons to rejuvenate that unknown entity, steadily rising from the dead.
On the other hand, Dean McKenzie incessantly sensed the area through his Wild Intuition trait, standing at the entrance and exit of the Evil Dragon Graveyard.
Although he relied on his Wild Intuition, he retained his fundamental caution; he would immediately flee at the first sign of trouble.
So, as Dean McKenzie continued his sacrificial rites, the evil aura within the Evil Dragon Graveyard grew more potent.
Half an hour later.
"Roar!"
An ethereal dragon chant echoed.
Immediately following, Dean sensed a black flood dragon drilling out from the surrounding structures, its abyss-like gaping mouth snapping towards Dean!
