Zaroth was at his apartment brainstorming some ideas.
As always, trying to train his mana core as much as possible, he had summoned everybody, the wolves, with Silverfang and Luna, who was sitting across from him.
"Maybe scales? You are a dragon, right? And they have scales, so maybe I will be able to—"
"Zaroth," she interrupted him. "When I am in my dragon form, do you see scales?"
"No… you are undead, so when you are in your dragon form, made entirely from bone, you don't have any."
"Exactly. As such, there isn't a way to help you this time."
He leaned in his chair as he sighed in frustration. "So does that mean I will have to learn skills the hard way?"
Up until now, the two skills he had learned came pretty fast to him thanks to his connection with Luna, but it seemed this was going to change this time as she didn't possess any kind of abilities that would manage to grant him any defensive skills.