Of course, it was a potato-shaped lump now as it had more opportunities to absorb Jay’s ambient necrotic mana. It was more accurate to say that Viladore lived for the potato. He would die for the potato. He would worship the potato. Everything was for the potato.
The neck of the flying monstrosity was covered in long black feathers, as well as its enormous wings. Its head resembled that of a raven, with large round eyes and a terrifying black beak.