"Who sent you?!" Ares snarling furiously for the umpteenth time, tightening the spirit chain even more, choking the Drow Necromancer who couldn't fight back.
No one knew what the Drow Necromancer truly looked like. Darkness enveloped his entire body. All dark soul creatures had iconic forms, many of which were disgusting, or hid behind tattered cloaks of darkness as their forms were so vile and cursed.
Ares had seen the true form of the Drow, which was more terrifying than even the Shadow Ghouls or the Cleric Beast. "Why don't you wanna show your disgusting true face? Do you hate yourself? How pathetic, you don't live up to the rumors!"
"Be damned!" the Drow cursed Ares again. Temper. "Just because the drakonis god blesses and loves you so much, you think you can treat me however you want?!"
