Dungeon, Enchanted Forest,
"You've reached Level 12 as a Skeleton Conjurer."
"Your undead space has expanded, now reaching 300 from its previous limit of 100."
The virtual notification confirmed my elevated status as a Level 12 Skeleton Conjurer, and the expanded undead space promised an even more formidable army.
Excitement bubbled within me as I raised my hand, commanding,
"Rise, my minions!"
The cracked ground beneath me trembled, and this time, not 50 but 200 skeletons emerged, standing tall and ready to heed my every command.
Their eerie presence cast a shadow over the battlefield as the skeletal ranks swelled with the newly summoned reinforcements.
I marvelled at the sight, thrilled by the prospect of commanding this larger, more powerful undead army.
"Camp out, my loyal servants. We shall stay here for the time being," I declared with a sense of authority.