Above the clouds, on top of one of the flying fortresses of the undead army, two majestic beings were about to fight. One was a zombie lizardman holding a spear. The other was a humanoid rock monster holding a pint of beer.
“Listen,” said Joe. “Listen…”
“I’m listening.”
“Just… Listen.” A bit of beer slipped out of his glass. “God damn it,” the rock monster cursed.
"If you're looking for an alcoholics rehabilitation center, there's one in the next country,” said the lizardman while pointing with his spear to the right.
“Then, I’m staying away from there,” chuckled Joe before emptying his glass. “Actually, I’m here for… Why was I here for? Ooh,” the rock monster shook his head. “I clench my fist, smash this fortress out of the sky, and it’ll go all boom and fireworks and s**t. Pretty cool, right?”
The lizardman swung his spear at the rock monster’s neck. The epic grade weapon broke in half.
“I’m… going to take that as a yes,” said Joe while preparing a wobbly punching stance.
“No!” shouted the army commander while punching his skull. Despite his 354 level, the lizardman’s fist broke upon impact.
“You punch like a girl,” Joe giggled before propelling his fist into vessel below.
A thunderous sound pierced through the heavens. Light shone on the Nightwalker for the first time in centuries. The clouds split apart and one of his two grand vessels started plummeting from the sky.
“Somebody’s getting executed,” the Nightwalker growled.
“That would be you,” said Seth while throwing a gravity infused punch into his face. The general’s jaw didn’t even flinch. He grabbed Seth, crushed his body inside his palm and threw him away like a bug.
“Nijaz!” shouted the Nightwalker. “I leave this place to you.” Then, like a horned superman, he flew into the sky lifted by the shadows surrounding his body.
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“What a prick,” muttered Seth while healing himself. Alastar blinked over and shielded him from one of Nijaz’s energy spheres.
“You can heal?” he asked while grabbing him and gaining some distance.
“Of course.” The pixie thumped his chest. “I’ve learned it… When did I learn it again?”
“Seth, if we beat these guys until the Nightwalker returns, we might raise our levels enough to face him.”
“Good plan.”
The warrior started looking for a target. His resistance army and the Queen’s forces were about to clash with the worms and zombies. Chloe flew in front of the resistance army and began spouting orders:
“Knock’em out but don’t kill them! Leave the finishing blow to me!”
Suddenly, an unearthly screech cut her speech short. The banshee flew over trying to bite off her head.
“Let’s start with her,” said Seth before one of Nijaz’s claws almost ripped him in half. “Or him…”
The pixie combined wind and earth to keep the lich at bay.
“I’m gonna enjoy murdering you,” the commander hissed.
“Your breath is killer!” said Seth while flying out of the way.
Above their heads, inside the general’s flying fortress, Momo was watching the other one go down towards the ground. His bad luck skill had downgraded to -5 when a large devil with horse hooves for legs smashed into the room.
“Where’s the pixie?” shouted Beelzebub while scratching his trousers. “Answer me now!” The devil king smashed his trident into the floor before anyone could even gasp. The legendary grade artifact released endless flames into the fortress. The room’s walls began to melt, and the only glass panel on the fortress burst apart.
“I can take you to him,” said the squirrel while struggling not to melt. “But only if I’m alive,” he added quickly.
Beelzebub retracted his trident putting a stop to the onslaught. With one swing of his weapon, the squirrel’s cage was opened.
“Speak,” ordered the devil.
“Why bother?” Momo shrugged. A mass of shadows, claws, and horns smashed into the devil king. “Have fun,” chuckled the squirrel before flying out the window. He started taking distance when…
‘Something’s not right,’ realized Seth. His power was too high, he was remembering skills and tricks he had yet to learn, and his every move felt alien somehow. ‘Maybe…’
The pixie exerted his control over the ring, pulling it back towards his side. Momo’s tongue left his mouth, as the noose-like artifact almost broke his neck. Despite his struggle, the squirrel started moving towards the ground.
He saw armies clashing, the Queen fighting off against a giant zombie worm while her daughter and the resistance force were keeping a banshee at bay. A wraith and a well dressed zombies were beating the crap out of Alastar while Seth was standing there like an idiot lost in thought.
Suddenly, a lich charged at him with the intention to kill. But, at the very last second, the ring controlled squirrel smashed into the undead's neck.
“My steed!” Seth cheered ever so grateful for the save.
“F**k… you,” Momo whispered before falling into a coma.