The gray expanse of the desolate land stretched out before Alex as he stepped out of the mist of the [Undead Land].
Dead trees stood crooked like skeletal fingers grasping at the sky, and brittle grass, colored an unnatural gray, crunched beneath his feet.
"Can you take me back?" Alex asked, turning to Alphox, who still hovered beside him, his enormous form casting a long shadow across the landscape.
The dragon turned its cold eyes to him, then without so much as a second glance, said, "No," before vanishing into his [Shadow Pet Space].
"Damn."
Alex sighed, his breath curling in the cold, desolate air.
Alphox had saved him from the [Undead Warlord] not too long ago, but there was something about the dragon that made him uneasy.
It was difficult to think he would need to keep that dragon around for long...
Shaking off the thought, Alex turned his attention to the glowing notification still hovering in front of him.
