There wasn’t much time to do anything else as the undead suddenly appeared right next to me, holding a dagger. However this one was different from the other, it was enchanted with magic, and by that I mean a lot.
I blocked the incoming slash, taking a step back. The next attack was a barrage of explosions which activated randomly. They were scattered around the area which left me no other choice but to keep moving.
A single stop would be deadly.
The undead was far away as it kept activating more spells.
Well, that was what I first thought.
No, it held its hand together, mana being emitted in large quantities. The undead made no sudden movements, frozen like a statue.
The long wait time…
And the muttering…
Shit.
What level of magic is it?
I sheath my sword, and my dagger, placing it next to the sword. My left arm's blood hadn’t dried off, the pain hadn’t subsided either. It kept pulsing as if it had a heartbeat of its own.
I braced myself as I plunged my hand on the wound, opening the wound. Blood flowed out of my arm, painting my hand in the beautiful crimson color.
Blood splattered as I removed my hand from the wound, the pain incensed by ten fold. I let the palm of my hand touch my chest, the blood tainting my clothes and armor.
In front of my eyes a white light appeared, faintly flickering. With my index finger I drew a circle. Then I moved my finger downwards, left, right, and repeat but in opposite order.
The circle was subitible for the incatactions, the light disappeared as I stretched my non injured arm.
“What’s that pitiful spell?” said the undead, sneering.
“You think you can outmatch my spell?”
Its tone changed from mocking to furious. Its hollow eyes glowed purple, a dark aura surrounded the monster. It stretched its arms, sparks of lighting being created in the form of a dragon.
The lighting worked as a way of protection since any incoming spells would only make contact with the lighting and do absolutely nothing.
The lighting bolt, as if it gained its own life, turned in my direction and shot itself at extremely high speeds.
In a split second, I close my eyes as if accepting death.
“Envelop me in the world’s magnificent armor.”
The thorn of light blazes forth. And right before the bolt of lighting struck me.
“With grace protection—Blooming Fortress.”
The spell crashed into a shield.
Five flower petals materialized and shield me from the destructive spell.
Nonetheless, it wasn’t enough.
The magnitude of the spell was formidable.
The lighting pierced through the first petal, then onto the second one.
The third one.
The fourth one.
The final petal was all that stood between the spell and myself. With a roaring spirit, I poured more mana into the final petal.
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Lighting sparked, the attack piercing through the final petal.
However, the power diminished with each passing second.
The once dangerous lighting strike turned to nothing less than a shell of its former self—an insignificant spark.
I side stepped, evading the last of the spell. With my sword at my hip, I dashed towards the undead’s location. In great speed, I swung the sword at the neck of the undead.
Unfortunately, the sword could only slice its arm. The arm once again disintegrated, the monster had no way of defending itself.
No.
It wasn’t the case.
If such, why was it holding its hands together?
Regeneration.
Countless spells were aimed towards me as such I made the undead block my attack. This forces it to move back, giving me the chance to dodge the incoming spells.
“What happened to your previous attitude? Cat got your tongue?”
“…”
“No wonder you ended this way. If you don’t have anything of importance to say, shut the fuck up.”
I continued to block its pathetic attempts to hurt me. My sword changed the trajectory of the undead’s dagger.
“Struck a nerve, huh?”
It staggered.
“—!”
I plunged my sword into its stomach. Wasting no time, I thrusted another weapon on its face. My palm rested on the hilt of the dagger, my hand glowing.
An explosion right on the undead’s skull.
Removing the dagger and sword, I kicked its feeble body to the ground. The undead rolled on the ground.
I raised my hand and swung in down, a ray of light slashing the undead. The undead screamed clutching its head.
“You fucking—!”
I repeated the magic.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again until the undead was unresponsive. I stabbed it with the dagger, the gemstone shone, absorbing the corpse, officially declaring its death.
The rest of the group was still occupied by the skeletons, a total of nine to be exact. The undead must’ve used a specific summoning spell if they still are here even after its creator’s death.
I pointed at one skeleton, blowing a hole through its head with a light spell.
Okay, let’s—
“…”
They should be fine.
More importantly, I need to treat my wound.
Oh.
The skeletons are in the way.
“Haaah.”
I rested against the wall, inhaling and exhaling. I gazed at my bloody arm.
…
…
…
Hm.
Soon the rest of the group finished taking the skeletons down. I went and approached the group, and raised my hand as a greeting gesture.
Everyone had minor bruises, Leon and Arakawa having extra cuts on their body. Rick was practically gasping for air like a fish out of water while Cynthia laid on the ground, her check touching the floor. Meanwhile Rona leaned against the wall, spaced out.
I passed them, and went to the bag. I searched for bandages, finding them rather quickly. When I finished treating the wound, which meant covering it with bandages, I headed towards the exit.
“Hey man, what’s up with the cold shoulder?”
“Oh, nothing. I just thought you all wanted to be left alone due to the injuries. I—“
While I spoke, a portal suddenly appeared from an empty space. We all turned our attention towards the portal.
“So, this is the end…” said Rona.
“Really?” asked Cynthia as she got up. “Finally…!”
“Let's rest here before we leave,” Arakawa said, touching her injuries.
“Sorry guys, but I used all my mana! I can’t cast any healing magic…”
“I think we have one more left. Chaim?”
“Yeah, here it is.”
“Nice.”
“Thanks!”