novelraw Chapter 198: Drakina’s Second Sergeant, Kralar
Chapter 198: Drakina’s Second Sergeant, Kralar
In the aftermath of the battle, Drakina approached Grymlok, who stood amidst the fallen Nagas. "Good job," she commended, her voice even and composed. It was a rare acknowledgment from Drakina, reflecting her approval of Grymlok’s prowess in battle.
Grymlok, acknowledging Drakina’s praise, nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Lord Drakina," he replied, his tone reflecting his unwavering loyalty and respect for her.
Drakina then turned her attention to the corpses of the Nagas strewn across the shore. Her gaze lingered on the body of the Naga leader. A rare smile flickered across her usually stoic face, a sign of satisfaction at having acquired what she deemed a valuable asset.
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[A High-Quality Corpse Detected]
[Which type of summon do you want to use?]
[General] [Sergeant] [Soldier]
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"Finally, a High-Quality Corpse," Drakina mused aloud, her eyes fixed on the Naga leader’s body. It was a significant find, one that could potentially strengthen her forces.
She turned to Grymlok, a hint of anticipation in her tone. "Be prepared, you will meet your partner soon," she informed him. It was clear that Drakina had plans to summon a powerful ally from the Naga leader’s remains.
Grymlok, understanding the implication, nodded in response. He awaited the arrival of this new partner, curious and ready to see what kind of being Drakina would summon. His loyalty to Drakina meant that he would readily accept and collaborate with whoever she chose to bring into their ranks.
Drakina, with an air of commanding presence, stood solemnly before the remains of the Naga leader. Her hand moved with a precise, almost ceremonial grace as she initiated the summoning process. She touched the ’Sergeant’ option on the ethereal screen floating before her, her fingers barely grazing the glowing surface. As she made her selection, a surge of dark mana began to emanate from the Naga leader’s corpse, swirling around it in an intricate dance of mystical energy.
The mana pulsated and twirled, weaving an enigmatic pattern in the air. It gradually coalesced, forming a cocoon-like structure that enveloped the Naga’s body. Drakina stepped back, her stoic expression unchanging, yet a glint of anticipation shone in her eyes as she witnessed the transformation.
Beside her, Grymlok stood like a silent sentinel, his rugged features set in a mask of stoic contemplation. His eyes, however, betrayed his inner curiosity as they remained intently focused on the cocoon. The subtle tightening of his jaw indicated his eagerness to see the result of this powerful necromantic ritual.
Time seemed to stretch as they waited, the only sound being the soft crackling of the dark mana as it reshaped the Naga’s form. Then, almost imperceptibly at first, the cocoon began to show signs of movement. The sound of cracking echoed softly, breaking the silence that had enveloped the pair.
Both Drakina and Grymlok leaned in slightly, their attention captured entirely by the spectacle before them. As the cocoon split open, there was a moment of stillness, like the calm before a storm. Then, with a final, resonant crack, the cocoon fell away, revealing the transformed creature within.
The being that emerged was a sight to behold - significantly larger than its former self, radiating a sense of newfound power and vitality. Its muscular physique was evident, each muscle defined and pronounced. The lower body, a serpentine tail, was long and thick, coiling and uncoiling slowly as the creature acclimated to its new form.
Most striking were its scales – dark and lustrous, they mirrored the hue of Grymlok’s own scales, creating an unexpected yet profound connection between the two. Grymlok’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in this detail, a faint nod acknowledging the shared trait.
The creature flexed its new muscles, testing its strength and range of motion. There was a sense of awe and wonder in its movements, a discovery of power it had not possessed before.
Drakina’s rare smile returned as she observed the new sergeant. The transformation had been successful, and the creature before them was a formidable addition to their forces. "Impressive," she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction.
Grymlok, assessing the new sergeant, nodded in approval. "A strong ally," he commented, acknowledging the creature’s potential in battle.
The new sergeant, still acclimating to its transformation, slowly moved its body, testing its new form. Its movements were fluid and powerful, demonstrating the strength that now coursed through its veins. The creature’s eyes, now more piercing and alert, scanned its surroundings, taking in Drakina and Grymlok.
Drakina, observing the powerful figure before her, spoke with a commanding presence. "From now on, you will be known as Kralar," she declared, bestowing upon the newly transformed sergeant a name that resonated with strength.
In response, Kralar bowed deeply, acknowledging Drakina as his lord. His movement was filled with respect and a sense of newfound purpose. "I am Kralar, at your service, Lord Drakina," he intoned, his voice deep and resolute.
Drakina, with a nod of approval, inquired about Kralar’s memories of his past life. "Do you remember who you were before your transformation?" she asked, her expression stoic yet inquisitive.
Kralar straightened up and replied, "I remember my past life clearly. But upon being revived, I understood that the path to greater strength lies in following you, Lord Drakina, and Master Zorvax." His commitment to his new role was evident in his voice and posture.
A rare smile graced Drakina’s usually impassive face. Pleased with Kralar’s allegiance, she said, "Very well. Let me summon 100 soldiers for you. Afterwards, bring me the bodies of the Draconian zombie soldiers from the water."
Kralar nodded in agreement, prepared to carry out Drakina’s orders. Drakina then proceeded to select 100 mid-quality corpses, utilizing her abilities to transform them into soldiers for Kralar’s command.
After the summoning was completed, Kralar and a group of newly created soldiers ventured into the water to retrieve the bodies of the fallen Draconian Zombies. The process was efficient and swift, a testament to Kralar’s leadership and the effectiveness of his new troops.
With the bodies retrieved and her new forces assembled, Drakina expressed her satisfaction with the outcome. "This has been a fruitful endeavor," she noted. "Our army grows stronger, and our reach extends further."
Kralar, standing tall and imposing beside Drakina, radiated a sense of loyalty and determination. His transformation and allegiance to Drakina marked him as a key figure in her plans.
With their new forces in tow, Drakina and Kralar prepared to return to Zovania. The journey back was filled with a sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the future. Drakina’s strategic mind and Kralar’s newfound strength were poised to make a significant impact in the days to come.
As they made their way back to Zovania, the landscape around them seemed to acknowledge their presence, a subtle recognition of the power they wielded. Drakina, Kralar, and their army were a formidable force, united in purpose and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their quest for dominance and power.