A deep crimson flame shot out crashing into the entrance for so many undead. Its flames expanded rapidly. Inhaling oxygen and producing an even more explosive yield. Almost reaching Dale and his companions with blast radius alone, not accounting for the devastating shock wave that follows.
The party with both relief and disbelief watched the undead in hundreds be consumed as a tidal wave of hellish flame ran across them like water. Their many war cries of groans, moans and creaking of bones silenced in almost an instant. Dale was rather impressed himself at his level of control and a successful experimental spell. Its components weren't that normal. Mostly based off theory. Yet the shockwave shot them back. Only his last embers of mana saved them from being embedded into a stone wall. That said..
He had used a silver of his will, finding it possible to do so, whilst using mana and a small ancient rune used long ago and it worked. Which makes him think his pet project would also work given he gets out of here alive. He had found an array from ancient times, but it was incomplete. He had an idea why now..
With the concept of souls and mana he had a solid theory on how to manipulate a form of anger into his spells and expand on that. Mostly it was successful with fire based elements. That said maybe putting a fail safe in to keep the spell under check maybe wise. It costed more mana to not kill himself or his party in the shock wave alone. Which of course shook the tomb to its very foundations.
The blast left behind marked the floor black and hot to the touch. ashes dont even remain of the dead and even a few torches had burnt out. even if magical in nature.
He had flinched for a moment. The issue with his will being added tended to clash with what brought the dead back. The intentions of the spell that kept them alive held pain, fear, desperation and a plea. Yet the spell was also ancient. He didn't mention this and inhaled to calm his nerve.. Then exhaled.
It is likely that the boss of this place took these to be undead as slaves in their lives or had done something to them, weather or not that twisted soul still remains seems possible eith the rise of the undead, but he still wasnt sure.
Whilst his party didn't look so good, perhaps because they just witnessed an OP spell. Dale wasn't your normal wizard, he threw caution to the wind, made spells that were sometimes faulty and very explosive. Good for AOE, but NOT inside spells!
Rena had been too out of breath to respond or even glare. She was just glad that the enemies stopped coming, but her 6th sense had other ideas. They still rang with danger. This wasn't the worst of the enemies. Bringing doubt to even her stable mind. She may like battle, but she also liked to live to even participate in battle.
Lia on the other hand collapsed out of exhaustion. Not even phased by her party member who seemingly decided to plant fire with a pissed off demeanor in a tomb with limited air. Tapping her quiver(s) another reality also came in slapping hard and fast. "Guys i got maybe a dozen arrows left, who else is low?"
Dale frowned before checking his inner mana reservoirs. "Dry" upon saying that the very barrier that felt the dead back slowly collasped.Unfortunately, most wizards albeit not many in the first place didn't have a lot of innate mana. You see he was a self taught scholar. Without someone who knows magic to teach him he was on the unknown road that has already been treaded, but needed a guide to follow. In total he could release up to 8 spells at most. Yet this spell which is costly took.. A 6 of those spells up.
Rena only responded after a moment of huff and puffs. After all she was the front runner in this group. "Tired.. did the door open?" Dale shook his head after glancing up the stair well. He would've loved to crack down on it. Just three problems. It looked warded as i mean it did just on its own close, that sucker is stone. Not thin either, he'd only leave blast marks on it. Finally lets not mention the empty reserves he's got. That said he has a return scroll, but its an emergency use and so far no more dead were coming in. Hell they didnt even leave the first room yet!
"I say we rest for now. I'm dry on mana and aint no way i can recover enough to fend off another attack again."Rena looked at Lia who in turn knew what was going to be said."Damnit.." With effort she moved into a more favorable spot. Should a guest pop in they will meet a nice friend of hers like an explosive arrow. Dale was too tired to be picky and just immediately picked the nearest wall to slump down and get shut eye.Rena kept her position, before falling asleep she warned Lia "Wake me in 3 hours."Rena dreamt briefly, at first she had been peaceful. However moments only passed before something clawed at her from deep within. Twisting her dreams into nightmares of darkness, screams and the cold eyes of burning crimson blue fire.She snapped awake, cold sweat running down her brow and a deep shiver of fear that didn't settle for a second. She often had these omens, dreams of one day occurrences, it could happen anytime, but the more vivid it became, the less time she had until it happened.. This dream.. It was.. Too vivid.Huff* Huff* Huff*She inhaled and exhaled air like a gasping fish, was that a vision? If so.. Was there time short? How long had it been since she's had visions? A few years at least, Lia craned her head slightly. Taking no notice of Rena's distress.
Dale had been restrained and disarmed of the scroll, by none other than the Lich. Who gave it a once over before chuckling. "That's funny, but.. Nooo.." He hissed in raving whispers. The lich latched onto his arm with a twisted glee. "Fooood…"A bioluminescent green wisping flame spreads slowly across his forearm. Seeping joyfully into any cracks and creavess found. Dale struggled helplessly, to no avail. All his mana had been sapped when he used the scroll. All he needed was the last string of words. However he couldn't speak under the force of this monster, he still hoped. Not wanting to let go of life so easily, Dale still had much to live for, so much to learn and see, so experience, why should he die here? He won't hand his life to anyone, but the moment that wicked magic touched him. The will of mind and body almost broke in an instant.
Tap* Tap* Tap*Boney finger tapped the cracked stone upon the thrones armrest. Staring blatantly at his system and the numbers with a twinkling light dimly sparking in his fiery eyes.[Lich system]Name: DuthLv[1][Stats]Hp: 10/10 +30% bonusMp:15/15 +30% bonusSP: 6SM: 125Skills: Fire missile[Lv.1], Raise dead[Lv.1], Harvest[Lv.1]
[Would you like to upgrade the system? it will cost you 500 SM][Yes/No?][Yes]###Duth didn't know what he expected, a congratulations? Or an anti-climatic upgrade, but this? This was outside his rotten box.At first there was a long delay, expecting nothing more than some subtitle little notification.However, it wasn't so small and the effect was instantaneous. Layers of magical circles flickered into existence, spanning up into the skies and outwards like a machine of gears. Such runes were not physical, nor could he decipher them.Duth stood there
Adilen signed as he looked down at the messenger. How did this happen? An enemy army appeared within the city? There shouldn't have been a feasible way to breach the city like that, the harbor was protected, so was here at the other end of the pass, finally the sewers were guarded and closed shut. 'Unless.. No.. You'd have to be magically adept for that, there are no wizards of my knowledge anywhere near this city. Nor did we make enemies with one.' Perhaps they were already hidden in the city? Ready to strike when they weren't looking and their manpower was low? That's seemed far more feasible than any mystical scroll that could warp you to a very specific location. One he would rather believe instead. He can't deal with them until he deals with the city walls defenses who were under siege by a rather large bandit army. However, that didnt mean the troops in the walls can't, he grabbed his warhorn, there were two actually. One was for the front; it was more thunderous, though it ha
His quest was simple: raise an army, slay the city. Sounds evil, or rather off put from his true goal, but he ignored it. He didn't need to care for humanity. If he did, it would be counterintuitive to his plans.With his forces on the move, much of the attacks were hit and run. Having Death knights storm the houses they passed, whilst undead continued down the road. Duth harvested the bodies after they were unceremoniously thrown into a pile at his skeleton feet. The souls were gone, the bodies weren't theirs anymore, who would care? Him? No. Why? Well when you 'live' long enough you tend not to give two toots about some fleshy vessel that can hold your soul. I mean c'mon, they're heavy, they take high maintenance and cost more resources than anything he's seen. Being dead was better, he tended to convince many of that in a very unconventional manner.
Roger had no time to work with, just as he realized and tried to warn his troops. It was already too late! The dark alleyways which appeared normally dark upon first glance, but at closer inspection were too dark. He now knew why. This had been one of the few clues to the events to occur. Now they were happening to his dismay. Out from the dark alleyways from both sides came massive 9 foot giants of black steel, wicked swords, and a passion in their eyes. Behind them skeletons mingled with a zombie or 5 came charging in. Surrounding the army and crashing into their sides.Many weren't ready and in turn promptly taken apart for it. Their bodies were torn asunder by blades, boney fingers and meaty stubs. Well the last part were the zombies attempts at helping. A helping stub of flesh is still helpful.. A bit messy..Bones dug into skin
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