"Cough, cough, cough cough!"
Harvey coughed up black phlegm, trying to sit up but was powerless—after all, a person with only the upper half of their body and not even a complete spine lacks the critical parts needed to sit up.
A sliver of warm light squeezed through his squinted eyes as Harvey slowly opened them, seeing Qikara treating him. The beastman's remaining right hand burned with orange flames, and as the fire continued to scorch, Harvey's internal organs slowly regenerated within the flames.
"Snow," the necromancer's voice was hoarse, "has it stopped?"
"It's melted," said the beastman, "spring is here again."
Harvey turned his head and saw a limitless blue sky with white clouds, snow weighing down lush green grass. A gentle breeze blew through, stirring waves across the prairie.
"I should have entirely transformed into a necromancy creature, even my blood turning into corpse blood," Harvey curiously asked, "how did you bring me back?"
