As Zorvax and Ophelia watched, the cocoon enveloping the remains of the dragon began to glow with an eerie light, signaling the transformation of the skeleton into a fearsome zombie dragon. The light intensified, casting ominous shadows across the desolate landscape of the Death Land.
Zorvax observed the process with a calm demeanor, his arms folded across his chest, though a slight arch of his eyebrow betrayed his interest. "Here we go," he said in an expectant tone, a hint of arrogance in his voice.
Ophelia leaned in closer, her eyes reflecting the glow from the cocoon. "This is going to be something," she remarked, her voice laced with excitement.
