"Was that all you had to offer? What a disappointment." Lily looked at the Undead Dragon with clear disappointment in her eyes.
The flames within the dragon's empty eye sockets had grown dimmer and now flickered weakly, as if they were on the verge of extinguishing.
The Undead Dragon appeared exhausted, barely able to support itself in the air as many of its bones had been shattered by Lily's relentless attacks.
"W-Why are you interfering in our affairs? This isn't your war…" the Undead Dragon spoke, its voice low and filled with irritation.
Lily was slightly surprised to hear the grotesque creature speak; she had assumed it was nothing more than a mount for the Undead King.
Yet now, the Undead Dragon was speaking directly to her, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"So you can communicate… I didn't expect that from an undead creature like you." Lily spoke softly, her cold gaze fixed firmly on the dragon.
