Windy was troubled, which also meant she was happy. She hadn’t had that much difficulty with an opponent since Firis, and back then she had easily won once she used to her signature move.

Unlike the young mage of the time, the response of the wights to her attacks was stiff and predictable, but what they lacked in creativity, they made up with number and resilience… even her signature move was useless against them.

She didn’t care much for her employer, but she had to admit he’d saved her bacon with his cowardice. Had she followed her desire and attacked the necromancer king, she would have died without a doubt.

She gathered the wind into a whirlwind but was yet again broken by a wall of stone and a downpour of water. The gathered wind harmlessly(?) dissipated in a small tempest, deracinating the last few tree still solidly planted into the ground.

Some of the wights got blown by it too, and smashed against the terrain, their flesh scoured and their bones broken, however this kind of damage was something they’d soon recuperate from.

She deflected a series of fireball, stones and ice spears.

She laughed maniacally. “You’re relentless, I like it.” Then counterattacked with lightning from the sky. This, and physical using the debris around were the only attacks she could land without fail… sadly, they were also the least efficient.

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Since very young, she’d been unbeatable facing people, and quickly earned the nickname of the one woman army. Tired of facing against opponent she could easily triumph over, she enlisted into the church in order to face ghost and monster, however, it didn’t work out.

Indeed, no matter what she did, her attribute was useless against those things… and after observing a few exorcisms she quickly came to the conclusion that evil spirits weren’t that interesting anyway.

‘This is what I was born for.’ Dodging and deflecting attacks, she used her wind to gather large branches and impaled her downed enemies with them. It wouldn’t end them, but it’d stop them in place long enough to precisely target their heads.

The ground opened under her, and a large mass of water appeared above her. ‘Trying to knock me out and drown me? I don’t think so.’ She flew out of the hole, sideway and cut the head of one of the impaled wights while she was at it.

“One down. Four to go.”

There were far more than that, but one those capable were of any concern to her, the rest were easy targets.

“Two… Oops” She barely dodged the tip of a lance. “You’re pretty lively for being dead.” She cut through the lance then through the wight holding it, then summoned a tempest. Although not very dangerous, the normal one could still get in the way.

“And three! That’s it for the undead skewers, now to deal with the lively ones.”

After this, the battle quickly finished. The last two magic using wight had been powerful earth and water mage, but while their power had stayed the same, their knowledge and adaptability was lost to their transformation.

Undead are powerful, persistent monster with uncanny resilience, but even so, they are no match for the true monster amongst the living.

they could only show a tiny fraction of their former talent.