Wings that held ancient strengths glided through the air, and the shadow of old slid across the ashen ground like the foretelling of destruction.
A scaled arm stretched, the skeleton within sight, another boost in the air, another wind's howl.
A tug. Adrei grasped the armour's neck, before bumping it to the ground, the slight thud kicking up bits of grey sands.
The Undead writhed uncontrollably, its helmet digging into the sand as if to burrow a cave for an escape—still no reddened glares.
"No malice for an Undead is the first for me."
Wings unfurled as scaled feet tapped the sands once again for a landing, knees slightly buckling.
She knew very well from books that the Tyrant burned. Dungeons are merely 'simulated', but not 'created'.
Unlike Android's existence that was computed by Datas, these creatures in the Dungeons could not even have bodeis without Datas.
The Undead's struggle stuttered, the first falter since it ever met them.
