A True Necromancer

On a gloomy plain, two armies of undead servants from opposing factions fought in a bloody melee.

A dazzling beam of holy light came down from the sky and struck the high-ranking undead mage Charliex.

“You have a bone dragon and countless undead servants… How can you still cast holy light?”

Chen Feng’s lips curled into a smile. “An undead mage who can’t use light magic isn’t a proper undead mage.”

“You… You…”

“Pfft…”

Charliex coughed up blood and died.