Arc 2 - Rise of the dead (prologue)

Lucas strode away without so much as glancing back at Thomas. His part of the task was done, and he couldn't care less if Thomas managed to reconnect with his estranged pal.

"Time to stretch out my wings," Lucas said, jumping far into the sky.

To learn necromancy, he knew he had to visit his dragon friend, Erath Alcides. After all, who better to teach him these ancient magics than an ancient dragon?

He soared through the sky above the bustling urban landscape, his wings shimmering in the light. He made a beeline for the highest peak and soon spotted a dragon's mana on top of the largest mountain.

"There you are!" He exclaimed after finding the dragon.

He flew to that mountain and found Erath sleeping.

"All this stupid lizard does is sleep. What the hell!" He yelled out as he slammed his foot against the dragon's limb.

Erath jolted awake, his eyes shooting open.

"Y-You again..." Dragon awkwardly raised his head. "What do you want now?" Erath slowly stood up.