A gigantic creature rested across the mountain peak. Its body stretched well over two hundred meters, crimson scales overlapping like forged plates of metal beneath the dim sky of the Mausoleum.
Even while lying motionless, an overwhelming aura radiated from it, causing the surrounding air to become still under its mere presence.
Yet there was something unsettling about the scene. Despite possessing such terrifying pressure, the enormous creature gave off no sensation of life whatsoever. There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of vitality.
Of course, that was only natural. It was Michael's undead. His Undead High Drake. After exhausting itself through Echoed Bestowal, it had reverted to its original form to recover within the Mausoleum.
Echoed Bestowal itself possessed remarkably few side effects compared to abilities of similar caliber. That was one of the reasons Michael regarded it so highly.
