The Outcast Special Member

Asher rose to his full height and adjusted his coat, his expression sincere.

He was anxious about the bold claim he had just made, offering something he didn't even know was possible… raising dragons.

But his subclass wasn't anything close to that. 

He was just an Advanced Necromancer and Lord of Draconic Souls, it didn't state if he coul raise dead dragons, but he wasn't sure if he could also control them.

It had to mean something. At the very least, something tied to dragons and their souls. Perhaps he could do more than what an ordinary Necromancer could.

The horned lady's grip on her staff tightened, her gaze turning sharp, like a needle searching for lies. When she found none, she frowned.

"Follow me."

Asher nodded. He waited for her to turn before calling out to his soldiers in his mind.

"Handle the raid until it's over. Hold your positions, and don't let any of them step into the dungeon."