The Red Dragon Ancestor's Courage Was Unmatched, but This One Was in a League of His Own!
Deep, deep underground.
Necroxus curled up in a patch of shadow, blending perfectly into his surroundings. He lay motionless, without a trace of his presence leaking out, as if he had become a real stone.
Even if someone made it all the way here,
they would struggle to discover the Undead Black Dragon hidden in this place.
Necroxus had fallen completely still. Only his thoughts remained active, replaying the battle from not long ago over and over.
That Red Iron Dragon had fought seven opponents at once, killed the Lich in an instant, then shrugged off an onslaught of Divine Powers and attacks. He had picked off Necroxus's Immortal Undead one swipe at a time, ending the battle as easily as if he were playing—
The Soulfire in the Black Dragon's eye sockets flickered.
Damn Sammaster!
That damned, mad, stupid, relentless Lich! He brought an enemy that powerful straight to me!
Necroxus roared inwardly.
My Undead Empire! The Immortal minions I spent so many years amassing!
My throne! My territory! My Black Sun!
Gone. All gone. Now I have to start over!
Necroxus was usually even-tempered, with few emotional ups and downs.
But now he was furious.
The thought of his vision, his plans, and all his hard work coming to nothing—of starting from scratch without knowing how long it would take to rebuild—made him want, for one brief moment, to charge out and fight the Red Iron Dragon who had destroyed everything he had!
The Undead instinctively hated the living.
Fueled by rage, that impulse surged with unprecedented force. It nearly overwhelmed Necroxus's reason and drove him to attack the Red Iron Dragon with all his resentment and hatred.
Yet for all his turbulent emotions, Necroxus's body knew better.
The Undead Black Dragon remained curled up in the underground