(3rd POV)
In Drakes Laboratory…
"I've done it!"
Drake was jumping around in a rare moment of joy as one of his followers a wisp flows towards him.
"What have you don't my lord?"
"I have created a spell that can completely change one into their polar opposite. If I'm right it may change anything from their personality to their race."
The wisp burns brighter with surprise.
"Does that mean…?"
Drake nods his head in affirmation.
"Yes, I can move my plans up in schedule. Since we know that he's on the way back to the city we can teleport there with the circle I managed to leave behind."
He then starts laughing as if all is falling into place. Then he is given a letter from an imp who appeared from a wisp of smoke disappearing in the same manner.
He opens it and then looks it over.
"This couldn't be anymore perfect! He just left a fight with an amateur necromancer a few minutes ago."
