After weeks of unexplainable deaths, the five land based battalions of the Nightwalker’s army were in shambles. One of their commanders was already dead, and now the lich Nijaz had dropped like a comet and was tearing through their numbers.

“Please spare us, Sir!” shouted the zombies who were fortunate enough to have survived thus far.

“Help is coming, Sir! A medical professional will arrive soon and… Argh!”

The skeleton disintegrated on the spot. Nijaz was shooting spheres of rotting energy like a machine gun. Since his attacks weren’t phasing the imaginary enemy, the lich teleported himself in the middle of a platoon and forced his mana into their bodies.

“Rise,” he muttered. The 50 or so zombies and skeletons broke apart and smashed into each other forming a giant egg.

“You’re not very creative, are you?” Seth sighed while throwing away his broken sword. “Bigger balls aren’t necessarily better. Just ask the devils.”

“Ha, that may be so,” smirked the lich. “But how about a new set of arms, legs, and one gigantic…”

“No!” Seth sent 100 wind blades to slice the egg before it could morph into its final form. ‘Why is this world so sick?’ he wondered. His wind blades kept going after cutting Nijaz's creation killing half a battalion before stopping.

“Oh no!” a female voice shouted. “The commander killed all of those innocent undead! He’s truly losing his mind!”

Chloe was mowing down zombies while spreading propaganda. Her voice blended in with everyone’s screams, so whenever someone died, they just blamed it on the lich.

“After you’re dead, how many of these fellows do you think will defect to our side?” asked Seth.

“You speak as if you’ve already won,” Nijaz cracked his neck.

“Well, by the looks of it, I don’t really have to.”

Suddenly, four dark presences surrounded the lich. One was a banshee with a mouth so large she could fit a watermelon. Another was a dullahan that was playing with his head as if it were a basketball. The third was a ghoul that was biting chunks out of his own hand, and the fourth was a mummy dressed in crocodile jeans, a rabbit fur blouse, and a large elephant skin coat.

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“Fascinating,” giggled Alastar while taking samples from each new arrival using his invisibility.

“Shouldn’t you be killing zombies?” asked Seth looking displeased.

“It’ll come in handy for… future enemies,” said the mage.

Seth wasn't convinced. “Alastar,” he said eventually. “You’ve been collecting samples since the first day we’ve met. If you don’t produce something useful within a month, I’ll make Momo eat them.”

The mage squirmed while the four warriors stepped forward.

“What is the meaning of this?” asked Nijaz.

“Isn’t it obvious?” said the mummy.

“I’m under direct order from the Nightwalker, you idiots!” The lich created a wave of rotting energy around himself to keep them at bay.

“Only you have contact with the Nightwalker,” shrugged the dullahan. “And right now, Mr. second in command, your credibility is compromised.”

The monster threw his own head at Nijaz with a speed that would put cannons to shame. The lich let it go through him while he released his wave of rot. The banshee’s scream blew it away while the mummy’s sword sliced through his shoulder.

“What makes you think you can kill me?” asked Nijaz looking more annoyed than distressed.

“Can you revive from my shit?” asked the ghoul while biting a chunk out of the lich’s neck. A flurry of attacks followed each one leaving the first commander with less and less of his flesh.

“Alastar,” called Seth while a blast of darkness spheres sent the four commanders flying. “Find the lich’s phylactery.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

Seth shrugged. “Consider it your atonement for trying to experiment on me. Fail, and I’ll rip out half your liver.”

The mummy flew towards Seth, and the warrior sliced it to pieces. “Oh, no," he muttered. "The lich has killed the mummy. Get him. He sounded more bored than panicked.

While Nijaz was fending off the attack of an enraged ghoul, Alastar pulled out his book and started browsing it frantically. ‘What if he left it home?’ he wondered.

“The lich is killing off the other commanders!” shouted Chloe. “Aren’t there any other commanders that can come to their rescue?”

Suddenly, the ground rumbled. One by one, skeletons, worms, wraiths, and a whole army of undead creatures started rising from the ground. The battlefield turned into one giant graveyard even more so than before.

“Good job,” Seth clapped in appreciation. The mess caused by Chloe was deserving of a hug.

But, right when the warrior wanted to walk over, do that, and ask for another potion, a creepy pair of red eyes had focused on the princess. It was a wraith, bigger and angrier than all the others.

“Stop, you fools!” she shouted at the other commanders. “The real enemy is here.”

The wraith shot a stream of flames towards Chloe. Her armor nullified the attack. However, before every commander’s eyes, a large charred circle appeared, one with two small footprints in the middle.