Less than a minute later, Ikar was done placing the relocation markers. Each person was marked, even the wagons carrying ores.

The Brutes and their Ultra captain would be useless in the coming conflict but they will be capable enough to protect the merchants and their cargo from the ensuing shockwaves considering the wide berth they had given plain 'Tumult'. They had totally withdrawn some kilometers away.

"Pestsssss." The half mythical fiend's voice thundered. It knew what the resolute expression on those two that stayed meant. It moved step by step, giving them enough time to prepare. Only weaklings prepare, it would grant them that grace, it wouldn't be fun if they got crushed with a casual attack after all.

It would be a splendid amusement, it's been some centuries since he last graced the surface world. Whatever pitiful resistance they could muster would be exciting to it's monotonous existence.

When they bore it out. It would break their spirit, crush their will, and maybe they will be lucky enough to become ingredients in making another living undead, if they impressed it enough, that is.

The fiend stopped fifty meters away from what he considered amusements. The distance was nothing to a being of it's caliber. Any time now, they would attack. It then released the lock on the coffin containing it's recently acquired pet. By recently, that was close to two centuries already.

While Adam and the Mystikos felt fear, the undead was merely amused, they knew it. It knew it.

Fifty meters away, it stood, it's towering figure oppressing the very environment. It's fiery eyes bore into theirs, if a skeleton could smirk, that was the perfect representation of the expression on its face. Then snapping its bony digits, the coffin collapsed into thick dark smoke, releasing it's prisoner. The smoke blanketed the fiend waist down, making it look like it was wading in the pool of black fog.

Ikar gritted his teeth, then shouted in a deep guttural voice "Torum".

Badump, badump.

Badump, badump.

Badump……

Loud heartbeats resounded throughout the battlefield, it's source the Mystikos.

Ikar grew, he bulged in size, his physique tore through his dark robes as his hair lengthened, everything above his waist tore into shreds.

His rapid increase in size stopped when he grew to twelve meters tall with a gigantic body belonging to a peak athlete. His hair was as thick as cords, blanketing his massive torso.

His eyes burnt bright gold, and a thick sea of shadow pooled at his feet, thick viscous shadow undulating like a turbulent wave pooled at a radius of ten meters around his giant form.

Directing his gaze at the drop of blood held in it's massive palm, he swallowed it in one swift motion.

Immediately he swallowed the blood, faint golden flames ignited on his body, they burnt silently and smokeless, then they all gathered three inches above his head in a solid tentacled halo above his head, the form the flames took was complete with suckers and the slimy texture.

Straining with effort, he screamed in a loud voice. His form resumed it's growth, he grew an additional six feet before his growth peaked. His hair already changed color from deep shiny black into burning gold.

"Umbra's Entombment" he bellowed, activating an Adept mystery that had been upgraded past it's initial effectiveness. The effect of his new form with the Ethroine blood driving it's effectiveness way past that of a Royal mystery.

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Then the light got snuffed out.

Thick darkness was all that remained, Darkness occupied Adam's vision, even his psychic senses only registered darkness. The power at play beyond what it could perceive.

Then it boiled, the darkness churned, gathering all over, it converged on the desolate fiend's location, in the blink of an eye, it wrapped around the fiend, confining it in a huge coffin-like structure of darkness. Resounding thunderous sounds boomed out of the coffin, but aside from the thuds, the coffin showed no sign of breaking nor was there even ripples on it.

Now that the darkness had been converted into something else, it's sense restraining effect had been lifted, just in time for Adam to dodge a beam of concentrated light. His eyes widened in bewilderment, the intensity of this beam was magnitudes of times higher than that of the Seraphim he fought earlier.

The air visibly warped at the passage of the beam, not wasting time, he swallowed his own drop of blood, at the same time dodging another beam of light.

A huge humanoid form of gold chromed skin flapped it's six pairs of wind, it's effect a tornado of wind that cleared chunks of earth around it.

Adam examined this Seraphim, it was seventeen feet tall with it's eyes being lit in Viridian light, a result of it's living undead characteristics.

This was a higher order Seraphim, from the guide, Seraphims were classed on the number of wings they possess, an absence of wings doesn't imply powerlessness however.

A crown of silver halo, with veins of green desolate energy corrupting it rested on behind its head.

The creature regarded him with uncanny intelligence, a difference from what the usual undead was capable of, Adam noticed the dismissal in it's gaze. It deemed him unworthy.

It stretched out one palm, then grabbed as if to take out something from thin air. A massive white hot spear of solid light materialized in his grip. Then it pointed it straight at him.

At this moment, Adam felt a foreign energy in him, it didn't harm him but it's power pressured his body, his bones creaked in agony. The energy in the blood demanded to be used. It sought to be put to use.

With effort, Adam pulled on the energy coursing through him, directing it to his telekinesis.

Like sodium meeting water, his power erupted like an hibernating volcano. It's effect buffeting his immediate surroundings.

He sunk deep into his subconsciousness, calm overcame him. He seemed to view the world behind a thin veil, then he took hold of that great power threatening to crush his body, with effort he wrestled back control and brought it to bear on a massive spear homing in on him.

The spear crushed itself on the shield he erected before him, the shield barely held, then it broke like porcelain, the resulting fulmination swallowing him up. But he was saved from the resulting heat and shockwave by extra layers of barriers he had set up beforehand.

The respite he had won gave him time to try something he never had enough time for, the Ethroine's blood amplification gave him the necessary focus to sink his ability deep his power into his body, with practiced ease, telekinetic energy sunk into his flesh, blood vessels, nerves, muscles, ligaments and joint. It made its way into his bones, then his marrows.

The world lost color, Adam's pupils lost focus. Then he disappeared from his spot.

He activated Thought speed

The next moment he was above the Seraphim. Time barely slowed to a crawl in Adam's perception, barely a thought was need to perform an action, he was moving as long as the thought of it was registered. Although he had to individually control each action down to what muscles of the body were to perform it. That was actually quite the simplest issue as he could process that information in no time at all.

Molding his telekinesis, he molded it into a spear, invisible but bustling with immense power, its sheer presence distorting the very space around it's length. Then he stabbed it at the Seraphim from above.

Boom, the Seraphim was struck deep into the ground, the earth beneath it seemed like mud as it sank into the ground uncontrollably.

Exiting thought speed, Adam lightly panted, the burden that state caused to him was huge, he could not maintain it for longer than three minutes at a go despite the Ethroine's blood boosting his physical body. So he made sure to break the time he spent in that state. He roamed his gaze across the last known location of his foe. He didn't have to wait for long though as the crater shattered and the Seraphim came out with wings outstretched, fury in it's eye. It's eyes released a twin beam of searing heat. Burning Adam's last location as he had entered Thought speed again.

As he scrutinized his foe with his psychic senses, he noticed that his attack merely only made a tiny puncture wound on the Seraphim's forehead. Barely a minor wound.

The next thirty seconds had him evading and counter attacking with his spear. Multiple puncture wounds dotting the golden chrome skin of the high Seraph.

Exhaustion filled his limbs,

but he carried on, he was delaying for time.