'What the hell!' Varn wailed internally. 'Am I, Varn, really going to be the first Eleven-circle Necromancer in history to die... and that by nothing else but from falling and that too as a helpless sheep?! What a pathetic end for someone like me!'
"Even Old man turned into a sheep—have you ever seen one that fat? Look at him stumbling around like a sack of flour!"
"That fall—oh, it's anything but graceful!"
"Honestly, I hope he splatters. Once he's out of the way, the great me will finally be free!"
Undead Dragon, now a sheep skeleton, watched the distant falling speck and muttered one comment after another.
Sylphie, the Unicorn Leader, clearly didn't like its chatter. A swift kick from her hoof shattered the skeleton.
