Giant Tusk
Bardeelus felt accomplished. He hosted an international call, with the only two other pure necromancers in existence, and managed to convince them to follow his plan which would quite literally alter the world! If taverns still existed around here, then he'd sure have something to boast about, on a night's session of mead. For sure.
"They have giants, I have ice demons… maybe I'm not so useless after all?" Bardeelus thought to himself.
He felt accomplished, even though a moment ago, he depleted half of his mana in mere minutes. International calls were expensive, and from what he understood, it may take at least two weeks to get all that mana back. The red air in the atmosphere was generous, but, even magic had its limits of just how great it could be! It was bracketed, and systematic.