Another system user
Song Woo-Ji stood amidst the battlefield, the last remnants of his Draconic Graveyard domain still flickering in the air.
The bone spear in his hand slowly crumbled, falling into dust as his body returned to its normal state.
He exhaled, a long, weary sigh escaping his lips.
"H-a-a-a-a-a-a…"
The battle had drained him—more than he was willing to admit.
His eyes flicked to the fallen body of orc, now lying motionless on the blood-soaked ground.
The Orc leader was a formidable opponent, far stronger than any he had faced before. But it wasn't just the battle that weighed heavily on him—it was the transformation.
The Death Knight form.
Song Woo-Ji raised a trembling hand, touching his chest where the bone armor had once clung.
He could still feel the residual energy, dark and corrosive, gnawing at the edges of his soul. It was power, yes. But it came at a price.