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[Level Up! You are now Level 70]
[Santa has gained the ability: 🎄Festive Corpse Fizzle]
🎄 Festive Corpse Fizzle
Description:
Festive Corpse Fizzle is a unique hybrid spell that combines the mirth of the holiday season with the deadly art of necromancy. This spell causes the fallen on the battlefield to burst into a deadly yet festive explosion of glitter, colours, and light, with a reasonable chance of triggering a chain reaction among nearby remains.
Effects:
Deadly Cheer: One fallen corpse explodes in a burst of festive colours and glitter, causing damage to surrounding foes.
Chain Reaction Potential: Each explosion has a 50% chance to trigger further explosions in nearby corpses, creating a cascading effect.
Disorientation and Fear: The surprising and colourful blasts disorient enemies, instilling a mix of fear and wonder.
Morale Boost:
Allies are heartened by the display of festive power, potentially boosting their combat effectiveness.
Spell incantation: “Deck the halls with lots of bodies! Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!”
Cooldown: 3 minutes
Range: 20 yard radius
Lore:
Festive Corpse Fizzle was the brainchild of a whimsically morbid holiday sorcerer who sought to blend the joy of the festive season with the realities of battlefield strategy. This spell embodies the dual nature of joy and peril, reminding all that even in the darkest of times, there can be a spark of festive light – sometimes quite literal and explosive.
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🎅 NOTIFICATION 🎅
Reach level 80 for next skill unlock.
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Santa breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of Mya, who appeared stronger than ever. With a warm smile, he cheered, "Thank Christmas, you're safe!"
Mya grinned then surveyed the chaos. "Well, this place has really gone to the dogs."
Santa nodded solemnly, his gaze intense as he surveyed the war zone. The remnants of buildings lay scattered amidst the chaos. On the ground, Nutcracker warriors and elves, both alive and undead, were locked in combat, their numbers dwindling rapidly on both sides. Above, the dragon was launching attack after attack against the behemoth as dark magic protected the massive Nutcracker.
Krampus had stopped his blizzard spell to concentrate on the colossal duel. While protecting his oversized puppet, he was hurling bolts of dark energy at Aurora, but she was ready this time. She nimbly dodged each attack, but her evasive manoeuvres caused unfortunate collateral damage to the already devastated village.
"What are they doing to him?" Mya asked, pointing to the scene where the last villager was being roughly pushed into the black sack.
"The villagers..." Santa growled. "Krampus has taken them all."
"That jingle-brained, coal-hearted, mistletoe-muncher! How dare he! Look at this tinsel-tangled mess! You're a real fruitcake, Krampus, a half-baked Yule log in a Christmas cake!" she shouted in outrage.
Before Santa could admonish Mya for her choice of words, a stray dark elf suddenly charged from her blind side.
[LiddleLoppy the Leerier, level 49]
Reacting quickly, Santa swung his fire poker at the enemy’s face. The impact was so powerful that it not only shattered the elf's skull but also snapped the poker in two.
[+ 2200 EXP]
"Ah, fruitcake!" Santa exclaimed in frustration. He looked down at the broken pieces of his poker, his face a picture of dismay. His beloved Christmas gift was now in ruins. "Mrs. Claus is going to kill me..."
“Don’t worry Santa, Baublekin can fix that for you in a jiffy!” Mya said quickly, “In fact.” She floated down and gently placed her hand around the opening of the red sack, then called out, “come on sleepy heeeeaaaddds! Letsa go!”
Suddenly three heads poked out of the opening.
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🗡Baublekin (Level 5 ‘ghoul’) ‘Tinkerer of Toys’ has joined Santa’s party!
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🗡Twixy (Level 1 ghoul) ‘Tinkerer of Tech’ has joined Santa’s party!
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🛡️Ally - Walterfink (Level 5 ghoul) ‘The Dullard’ has joined Santa’s party!
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"Is it time to make the trees cry?" Walterfink asked eagerly.
"Yes, it is, buckaroo!" Mya replied with enthusiasm. Walterfink, the ‘tanky’ elf, jumped out of the sack and immediately lunged at the nearest enemy, pouncing on them like an attack dog.
[+ 1200 EXP]
[Level Up! Walterfink is now Level 6]
As Mya's words hung in the air, Twixy and Baublekin emerged from the sack, immediately springing into action against nearby enemies. Amidst their swift movements, they took a moment to glance at the chaotic scene around them, their expressions a mix of determination and awe at the intensity of the battle.
[Level Up! Twixy is now Level 2]
[Level Up! Baublekin is now Level 6]
[Level Up! Twixy is now Level 3]
[Level Up! Mya is now Level 7(30)]
Archibald, perched atop Twixy’s head, looked around nervously. The din of the battle was almost too much for his small frame, and he burrowed into Twixy's hair for comfort.
Santa greeted them, relief evident in his voice, "My goodness, it's good to see you all safe!"
"Safe? You call this safe?" Twixy replied, her tone half incredulous, even as she deftly parried an enemy's attack with a spanner.
Baublekin, unfazed by the surrounding chaos, approached Santa and greeted him with a firm handshake. "Good to see you again, old friend," he said, his trusty cork gun in his other hand as a loud popping sound halted an evil elf in its tracks.
[Level Up! Twixy is now Level 4]
Twixy, clearing her throat amidst the melee, inquired, "Ahem, what's the situation here?"
As Santa quickly updated them on the dire state of affairs, including the alliance with the bone dragon and the threat of Krampus, Baublekin glanced back at the sack, evidently looking for something more.
[Level Up! You are now Level 71]
"Wow, that's a lot to process," Twixy remarked, her eyes darting across the battlefield. "Looks like this might spill over. We need to protect the workshop."
[Level Up! Twixy is now Level 5]
[Level Up! Walterfink is now Level 7]
[Level Up! Baublekin is now Level 7]
"The workshop?" Santa echoed, momentarily puzzled as he fended off an enemy. "But the battle is right here!" His focus remained split between the conversation and the relentless combat.
"Holy Christmas crackers, Santa!" Twixy exclaimed, "It's three days until Christmas! We can't risk any damage to the toys."
"Then go," Santa instructed, "Take the others with you and safeguard the toys! Mrs. Claus is holed up in our house with some bodyguards."
"Bodyguards?" Twixy echoed, surprised.
"It's a long story," Santa replied.
"I'm staying right here," Mya interjected, her gaze fixed on the dragon above. She pointed at Aurora and declared, "That dragon needs help."
[Level Up! Mya is now Level 8(30)]
"And how exactly are we supposed to get to the workshop?" Baublekin asked. “You expect us to just march through all of them?” pointing towards the hundreds or warriors blocking their path.
Santa responded with a smile, "Easy, I'll call you a ride." He whistled, and within seconds, a deer emerged from the shadows, his bright red nose now stained with blood and sawdust.
[Rudolph the blood-red-nose ‘awakened’ Reindeer, Level 37]
“My goodness is that really Rudolph?” Mya asked wide eyed at the impressive transformation from cute Christmas icon to reaper on the battlefield.
"That it is," Santa agreed, then turned his attention to the young deer who had impressively gained several levels in just the past few minutes. “Got a job for you…” He glanced at Walterfink and quickly snatched him up before he could run head long into a thick of soldiers. “Take these three, no wait four to the workshop.”
“Clad you haven’t forgotten about me sir, Claus,” Archibald added.
Santa grinned. “I would never.”
"I'll try to help from the command centre," Twixy suggested. “But I might be busy protecting the…”
“It’s okay,” Santa interjected gently, “Just concentrate on safeguarding the workshop and our home.”
Santa hoisted Walterfink onto Rudolph's massive back. Walterfink protested, "Awwww... But the trees!"
"Later!" Santa firmly instructed.
Twixy climbed onto Rudolph then turned to Baublekin to ask, "Did you find it?"
"Got it!" Baublekin replied, beaming. He pulled out a long handle, and Santa could only whistle in admiration.
"You fixed it?"
"We all did," Mya added turning to a nearby Nutcracker shouting, "Frosty frost!"
Santa leaned down to take the handle from the bag and quickly thanked them all.
He closely examined the reassembled hammer. It had been meticulously repaired, piece by piece. But it wasn't just fixed; it had been enhanced in every way. With the combined efforts of the four elves, they had transformed what was once a formidable tool into a masterpiece, worthy of a war gallery.
Weapon: O.A.T.H. 2.0! (Legendary)
Damage: 80 - 130
Type: Melee
Description:
This hammer, made long before the current Santa, was originally a toy for a baby giant. It was built very strong to handle a giant baby's rough play. Over the years, North Pole magic has made the 'Oversized Ancient Toy Hammer' even stronger and very powerful. Recently, Santa and his team upgraded it. They used steel from crowbars, parts from Santa's magical sack, and magic from Mya. Now, the hammer is not only strong but also beautiful and useful for both fighting and making things.
Material:
Ancient Enchanted Wood, Reinforced with North Pole Steel and Crowbar Steel, Festive Acrylic Paint, Enhanced with Magical Bits and Bobs
Length: 69 inches
Weight: 40 pounds (now featuring a balanced design for easier handling)
Crafted by: unknown
Repaired by: Baublekin
Modified by: Mya & Twixy
Chewed by: Walterfink
The hammer gleamed with new life, its once plain surface now intricately adorned with bits of crowbar steel, skilfully woven into its structure. Here and there, tiny gears and widgets from the sack's contents added an ingenious complexity to its appearance. Enchantments from Mya danced along its surface, their magic pulsing subtly, enhancing both its design and functionality. The hammer was no longer just a tool; it was a testament to creativity and magical craftsmanship.
"We've been cooped up in your sack for quite a while," Twixy said, extending her hand to help Santa up. "We thought it deserved an upgrade! Minus the bite marks."
Baublekin grunted as he clambered onto Rudolph's back, joining the others.
"Good luck, you lot," Santa said handing his red sack to Twixy for safe keeping.
Twixy looked over the battlefield with a serious expression. "You too Sir. Stay safe."
Upon receiving Santa's command, Rudolph let out a sharp bleat. He quickly relayed instructions to the other Deer wraiths to heed Santa's commands. Then, transforming into a shadow, Rudolph swiftly whisked the three elves and the mouse away, heading straight for the workshop.
"Now, what are we going to..." Santa started to speak, but Mya was already airborne.
"No time!" she shouted back. "She needs help!"
Santa looked up and saw that Aurora, the dragon, indeed in trouble. He was hesitant to let Mya go alone, especially since her floating cloak, while magical, made her slow and an easy target in the air.
Dark magic enveloped the dragon flying above, clouding her sight. Mya, too far away to provide immediate help, recognized the urgency to quicken her pace and assist.
He quickly checked the cooldown timer on his spell, impressed by how effective his mastery upgrade had been. The cooldown had been reduced to just twelve minutes, and it was already reset and ready to use.
🎁 The gift of Abundance mastery has increased!
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[Mya has received a gift!]
[Mya has gained the ability: 🪽Sky Terror Agility (Skill)]
Mya giggled, exhilarated by the sudden burst of speed as she shot upwards, her crimson cloak billowing behind her. Targeting the swirling darkness, she grinned and confidently chanted, "Illumination!"
Immediately, a bright orb materialized in front of the bone dragon, chasing away the shadows. Mya swiftly flew up to join Aurora, who hesitated for a moment, ready to attack, but then paused when she saw the cloak. From below, Santa watched, rolling his eyes in amusement, as Mya animatedly settled onto Aurora's spine, talking non-stop.
The duo, rose high above the battlefield, positioning themselves strategically to plan their next move. Their camaraderie and planning session, however, was short-lived. Krampus, determined not to let them have the upper hand, unleashed a bestial roar and hurled his massive chain towards the behemoth. The chain soared through the air, striking and wrapping around one of the behemoth's legs.
“Tenebris metallum crescit cum ligno bellator! (in darkness, the metal grows with the warrior of wood)!” With words filled with ancient power, the chain slithered up the creature's leg.
The iron bonds, empowered by the souls trapped in Krampus's black sack, began to fuse and grow with the behemoth. The metal expanding rapidly moved towards the Nutcracker's missing limb, morphing into a new, snake-like appendage.
[Empowered Nutcracker Behemoth, Level 82]
The Nutcracker, now with snakelike metal links for an arm, stood towering on the battlefield. The chain, created by Krampus's dark magic, moved and twisted as if alive.
Clearly Krampus was ready to fight to the very bitter end.
“I need to stop this!”
As Santa looked on, uncertain of his next move, the remnants of his frenzied zombie army converged around him, forming a protective circle. They swiftly took down any enemy that dared approach.
[Level Up! You are now Level 72]
This flurry of action caused Santa's experience points to soar rapidly. However, he noticed that his zombie soldiers were gradually weakening; the magical boosts that had temporarily empowered them appeared to be fading.
Resolved to stop the chaos, Santa gripped his massive hammer and started sprinting with his remaining troops towards Krampus. But Krampus, quick to spot the flash of Santa's red suit, sneered wickedly.
Santa pushed forward, knocking aside enemies who stood in his path.
[Level Up! You are now Level 73]
As he drew closer, he couldn't help but notice that, despite the Nutcrackers' dwindling numbers, his own ranks were thinning. The ground was littered with the broken bodies from both sides.
Krampus let out a deafening roar and flung open his sack, releasing an ominous power as he chanted, “prodeunt paulo daemones! (The demons are coming!)” A swirling dark void emerged, and from its depths, a tide of black shapes surged out. Armed with an array of knives and forks, looted from countless homes over the years, hundreds of malevolent elves burst forth in a wild charge.
The battlefield, a whirlwind of chaos and destruction, seemed to boil over with their arrival. Santa stood firm, an unyielding figure amidst the pandemonium. His resolve was clear in his steady gaze and the determined set of his jaw. With each deliberate step he took towards Krampus, he cut a path through the swarming evil elves, undeterred by their frenzied assault.
[Level Up! You are now Level 74]
His movements, both measured and resolute, spoke of a warrior not just battling foes, but also marching steadfastly towards his formidable nemesis.
[Level Up! You are now Level 75]
Above, Aurora, with Mya perched on her back, engaged fiercely in the battle while singing, “Joy to the world!”
[Mya has activated: ✨ Joyful Jingle]
The Empowered dragon unleashed a massive fireball at the behemoth. The creature managed to catch it with its metal chain hand, but the resulting explosion scattered a fiery barrage over the battlefield.
[Level Up! You are now Level 76]
"Frosty Frost!" Mya shouted, and instantly, a burst of snowflakes cascaded down, her spell slowing down the Nutcracker. Almost at the same time, she cried out, "Illumination!" A brilliant flash of light followed, adhering to the behemoth's face, temporarily blinding it.
Santa came to a sudden stop, finding himself encircled by enemies in the heart of the chaotic battlefield. With a nervous chuckle, he uttered a "ho, ho, ho!" and tightened his grip on his hammer, preparing to strike any enemy bold enough to approach. However, his anxiety disappeared replaced with a sly grin.
Raising his voice, he called out, "Mistletoe Missile!" Unleashing a massive bolt of sparkling, festive energy.
It streaked through the air, a brilliant trail of red and green light in its wake, before it crashed into the mass of evil elves and nutcrackers.
BOOM!
[Level Up! You are now Level 77]
[Level Up! You are now Level 78]
The explosion was dazzling, propelling dozens of densely packed enemies through the air like ragdolls. Santa, undeterred by the chaos, continued his relentless charge. He moved with purpose through the shower of body parts, firmly striking down any who dared to approach too closely, his every thwack echoing across the chaotic battlefield.
[Level Up! You are now Level 79]
Not to be outdone, the presence of the remaining NINE was unmistakable. Shadows on the battlefield twisted and shifted, becoming conduits for their attacks. The undead reindeer would materialize from these shadows for just a moment, their horns lowered and ready. With lethal precision, they charged through enemy lines, trampling adversaries beneath their ghostly hooves. Then, just as suddenly as they appeared, they vanished, leaving no trace behind, only the aftermath of their devastating charge.
[Level Up! You are now Level 80]
[Santa has gained the ability: 💀 Yuletide Golem Assembly]
💀 Yuletide Golem Assembly
Description:
Yuletide Golem Assembly is a special spell that blends the happiness of the holiday season with the serious magic of necromancy. It lets Santa bring to life a big golem made from broken toys and the remains of fallen enemies. This golem, filled with both festive cheer and dark magic, is a strong helper in battle.
Effects:
Golem Construction: Assembles a large golem made from the remains of toys and fallen enemies within the radius. Each part of the golem exhibits characteristics of both toys and undead.
Dual Nature: The golem possesses the strength and resilience of a necromantic construct, along with the whimsical and unpredictable nature of enchanted toys.
Festive Fear: The unusual appearance of the golem - a mix of joyous and eerie - can instil fear and confusion in enemies.
Loyal Guardian: The golem obeys Santa's commands, acting as a powerful protector and fighter until destroyed or disassembled.
Spell incantation: "Frosty the Golem, was a dark and twisted soul; with a jagged pipe and a hollow nose, and two eyes glowing like coal!"
Cooldown: 25 minutes
Range: View distance.
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🎅 NOTIFICATION 🎅
Reach level 99 for next skill unlock.
"Frustra haec ostentatio virium est! (his display of strength is in vain!)" Krampus sneered. Towering over the battlefield, the beast's long, snake-like tongue flicked menacingly, polluting the air even further. Grasping his birchwood staff firmly, Krampus aimed it at Santa and uttered, "mortem pessulus!" The words full of malice, unleashed a powerful spell.
Santa's eyes widened as a bolt of dark energy hurtled towards him at an incredible speed.
[Holly Barrier (Passive) has activated]
The impact of the spell propelled Santa backward, sending him hurtling through the ranks of enemies. He barrelled over them, crushing foes beneath him as he rolled across the snowy ground, eventually skidding to a stop.
[Level Up! You are now Level 81]
“Ho,ho, ho?”
Santa was surprised to find himself still alive. The spell had hit him hard, feeling more like being struck by a truck than the fatal blow he had braced for. Shaking off the initial shock, he pushed himself back to his feet, a snarl forming on his lips. Fuelled by renewed determination, he prepared to confront the dark forces surrounding him. However, Santa quickly realized that he was once again completely encircled by enemies. The remainder of Santa's forces, outnumbered, were swiftly defeated. Santa, surveying the scene, wondered, "Where did this devil get so many elves from?"
Krampus barked a command, "eum occidere! (Kill him!)" Instantly, a multitude of flailing limbs converged on him in unison.
Santa, undeterred, swung his hammer with the might of a mountain. The first to reach him was an overconfident Nutcracker soldier, who, having lost his weapon, attempted to tackle Santa with his bare hands.
This proved to be a grave error. The moment Santa's hammer met the Nutcracker's chest plate, a sonic boom erupted across the battlefield. The force of the impact shattered the Nutcracker into a million pieces, sending shrapnel flying like a shotgun blast and striking those who were unfortunate enough to be directly behind the ill-fated warrior.
[Level Up! You are now Level 82]
[Level Up! You are now Level 83]
As Santa swung his hammer once more, a sudden, sharp pain tore through his spine. In a swift, gutless move, a tiny evil elf had stabbed him in the back. Santa let out a cry of pain and tried to grab the elf, but the little assailant clung stubbornly to him. Wincing in pain, Santa made a quick decision. He leaped into the air, the elf still holding on, twisting the handle of the weapon as they both flew skywards.
Santa arched his back mid-air and came crashing down, landing heavily on the elf. The impact crushed the would-be assassin beneath him, but the pain in Santa's back sharpened.
[Level Up! You are now Level 84]
“Ah!” she shouted.
Before he could recover, blurry figures swarmed him, pouncing like a pack of wolves. They piled on top of Santa, overwhelming the festive figure.
Struggling against the overwhelming weight, Santa attempted to swing his massive hammer. But too many hands were holding it down, rendering him unable to defend himself. Desperately, he kicked and screamed, fighting back against the swarm of enemies.
Completely encircled and unable to free himself, Santa lay at the mercy of his enemies as sharp objects pierced his skin. Krampus's cackling echoed in the background, a sinister soundtrack as more bodies piled on top. Amidst the chaos, a flicker of something caught his attention.
Glimpsing through a small opening between the flashing arms and legs, Santa caught sight of the crushed elf lying in the snow, just beyond the mass of bodies piled on top of him.
In that instant, Santa's pain and desperation transformed into a chilling, soul-curdling chuckle. Embracing the bizarre and horrific nature of his own personal hell, he burst out into song, "Deck the halls with lots of bodies! Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!"
The cowardly deceased elf, now the unwitting epicentre of a stunning display of festive chaos, lay amid the battlefield. Around him, thirty-two fallen bodies lay within the spell's reach. Suddenly, with a fifty percent chance to trigger further chaos, the spell activated.
Christmas Village was usually known for its many spectacular fireworks displays, but none of them could hold a candle to the sheer brilliance of this spell.
One after another more corpses began to explode in a spectacular festive chain reaction. Each body burst outward, igniting the next in a rapid, breathtaking sequence. The explosions multiplied, gaining intensity and creating a domino effect of brilliant, glittery blasts.
In mere moments, the Christmas Village, known as the sanctuary of the season's legendary protector, was transformed. The ground shook violently under the force of the explosions, the ice sheet quivering as if threatening to crack open. The sky overhead turned into a canvas of bright, fiery colours, illuminating the night so intensely that the radiant flash was seen as far away as London, a spectacular beacon visible from hundreds of miles away.
[Level Up! You are now Level 85]
[Level Up! You are now Level 86]
[Level Up! You are now Level 87]
[Level Up! You are now Level 88]
[Level Up! You are now Level 89]
[Level Up! You are now Level 90]
[Level Up! You are now Level 91]
[Level Up! You are now Level 92]
[Level Up! You are now Level 93]
Santa blinked, coughs escaping him as he shoved aside the blackened, disintegrating remnants of his attackers. He gradually rose to his feet, a look of utter shock etched across his face. Gazing around, he saw nothing but a vast crater where the vibrant Christmas Village once stood, with the only buildings left standing was his house and workshop on the far edge of town.
The scene around him told a grim tale - the landscape was littered with scattered body parts and debris. The festive cheer that once filled the air was replaced by the heavy silence of devastation, stretching as far as the eye could see.
[Krampus, Level 125]
In the midst of the widespread destruction, Krampus stood remarkably unharmed. He clutched his birchwood staff, from which a dense magical shield had just faded away. In stark contrast, the giant Nutcracker behemoth was not so lucky. Scorched with burn marks, it laboriously attempted to stand upright, clearly disoriented from being toppled by the massive shockwave.
In the distance, Aurora was trying to stabilize herself, her wings beating furiously after being whooshed away by the explosion.
Krampus surveyed the remnants of his decimated army with a snarl. Lifting his black sack over his shoulder, he sneered at Santa. For the first time, he spoke in English, his voice dripping with contempt, "You, old man, die!" His words cut through the heavy air, filled with the intent to end the battle once and for all.
Santa, with a firm grip on his hammer, started to close the distance towards Krampus.
Krampus let out a sinister chuckle, and a strange, foreboding power began to radiate from the black sack. The eerie energy seemed to drain the life force from its captives, casting a shadow of fear and despair.
Santa watched, his determination wavering in the face of pure evil. The sound of Krampus's mocking laughter reverberated through the battlefield.
In mere moments, Santa watched in horror as Krampus began to grow exponentially. The beast's horns, already fearsome, elongated and sharpened. His fur became darker, thicker, and his entire frame stretched taller and broader. Just when Santa thought Krampus had reached his limit, the beast expanded even more, now towering over even the behemoth nutcracker.
[???????, ????? ????]
As the gravity of the situation fully hit Santa, he raised his hand and swiftly unleashed a "Mistletoe Missile" towards Krampus. The spell, a swirling bolt of festive energy, sped through the air only to harmlessly bounce off the devil’s thick fur.
The winter devil let out a deep, mocking laugh that vibrated in Santa’s heart. With a nonchalant gesture, Krampus dropped his sack and staff to the ground, clearly confident in his amplified strength.
With each step Krampus took, the ground quaked under his colossal weight. Santa swallowed hard. However, a new wave of dread washed over him when Krampus, recognizing that he was no longer a threat, shifted his focus.
Krampus shot Santa an evil smirk and took a step towards his home.
"NO!" Santa cried out in desperation as he realized Krampus's next target was.
On the verge of sprinting through the debris of the battlefield, a peculiar idea struck Santa. His first ever spell, the mistletoe missile barely did anything to his first ever target, “What if…” He chuckled darkly.
Driven by desperation, he let go of his hammer and stretched out his arms, channelling his deepest emotions into song. His voice, resonating with a fierce determination to safeguard Christmas and protect others, echoed across the battlefield.
"Frosty the Golem, was a dark and twisted soul; with a jagged pipe and a hollow nose, and two eyes glowing like coal!"
Krampus stopped in his tracks, baffled by Santa's ability to sing in such grim circumstances. He didn't have time to ponder over Santa's actions, however, as something extraordinary began to stir. The sea of wooden body parts and minced up flesh started to move in unison, as if dancing to Santa's tune. Krampus watched in disbelief as the parts began to assemble and merge into a giant meaty sphere. Then, a second, slightly smaller sphere formed and collided with the first, followed by an even smaller third.
Thousands of wooden fragments from the fallen Nutcracker warriors soared through the air, coalescing into two immense arms. These arms forcefully collided with the middle sphere of the golem, creating a loud, echoing thud. As the swirling cloud of snow dust and gore cleared, the two massive arms strained, pushing and heaving the colossal structure into an upright position.
Santa, watching this miraculous assembly, stood in awe. His eyes followed every movement as the arms lifted the golem assembling it into a formidable figure. "Incredible," he muttered to himself, marvelling at the sight of his creation coming to life, standing tall and ready for battle.
[Frosty, the Corpseman level 120]
It was a 90-foot-tall golem, complete with a jagged pipe and two glowing, black eyes, radiating righteous fury, ready to defend the essence of Christmas.
As the newly-formed golem towered over the battlefield, the Nutcracker, recognizing this new, larger threat, charged towards it. However, its effort was futile; the golem easily swatted the Nutcracker away like a misbehaving child. With a swift motion, the golem tore off the Nutcracker's black helmet, revealing the compartment on the back of its head. In a symbolic gesture, the golem then placed the black helmet atop its own head, completing its transformation into a formidable yet gruesome imitation of Frosty the Snowman.
Krampus, fuelled by rage, launched himself at the towering golem. The collision between them unleashed a massive shockwave that knocked Santa off his feet. Regaining his composure, Santa scrambled to retrieve his hammer and hurried to aid the snowman in the battle as it seemed for now the golem and Krampus were evenly matched in both size if not power.
As the injured Nutcracker behemoth struggled to stand, it was quickly caught off guard by a renewed onslaught. Aurora, seizing the moment, dived towards the behemoth with her formidable claws and razor-sharp teeth at the ready. Riding atop Aurora's bony back, Mya cast spells to enhance the dragon's assault. Together, they focused their fierce attack on the Nutcracker's vulnerable head, targeting its crucial power source, intent on disabling the behemoth once and for all.
Krampus unleashed a ferocious roar and swung his fist with brute force at the golem. His claws plunged deep into the fleshy sphere of its chest, tearing away large chunks of dead meat. The pieces showered down around Santa, who frantically dodged to avoid the cascade of flesh.
As the snowman golem momentarily faltered under the impact of Krampus's blow, a sharp, echoing cracking sound suddenly filled the air. Santa's gaze snapped to the source of the noise.
Aurora had finally exposed the stolen heart in the back of the nutcrackers head. With a burst of brilliant light, the behemoth crumpled, and Aurora reclaimed her stolen piece.
“Nice one!” Santa cheered.
Aurora absorbed the power of her heart and shed her skeletal form, fully embracing her true nature. A blinding light flashed across the land as she became whole, a magnificent dragon with shimmering, iridescent scales, each shining like a piece of a rainbow, full of life and energy.
Living up to her name, Aurora was a stunning display of light, dazzling everyone with her brilliance.
"Stultus lacerta! (Foolish lizard!)" Krampus bellowed, lunging for the massive wooden sword that the Nutcracker had dropped. But before he could grasp it, Mya's voice pierced through the din of the battlefield. Wielding the power of her magical robe, she swiftly employed telekinesis, redirecting the sword away from Krampus's grasp.
"Not so fast!" Mya called out, her focus intense as she maneuvered the blade.
Then, Aurora, sensing the danger of the weapon, let out a mighty roar. With her newfound strength, she unleashed a torrent of intense dragon fire upon the blade. The flames engulfed the sword, heating it rapidly until it transformed into nothing but charcoal.
"And that's how it's done!" Mya cheered as Auroras fiery breath dissipated, leaving the once-threatening weapon harmless and charred.
Krampus's face twisted with frustration as he let out a snarl and turned his rage back to the golem. He plunged his massive claws into the golem's flesh again, driving it backward with each forceful strike. The golem, despite its formidable structure, staggered under Krampus's vicious assault. It struggled to hold its ground, wobbling precariously as Krampus's power seemed to surge with his growing anger.
Just as the golem teetered on the brink of collapse, Santa's commanding voice sliced through the tumult. "Aurora! Burn him!" he yelled.
Responding instantly, Aurora, a flash of iridescent scales, dove towards Krampus. She unleashed a powerful stream of dragon fire, drenching Krampus's back in searing flames. The air crackled with the intense heat, and the smell of singed fur filled the battlefield as the fire consumed Krampus, causing him to roar in both pain and fury.
Despite the searing agony, Krampus continued his relentless assault on the golem. The two behemoths struggled fiercely, locked in a titanic battle of strength and will. The golem, despite the intense heat and pressure, held its ground, matching Krampus's ferocity with its own formidable resistance. The struggle seemed evenly matched, with neither side yielding an inch in this epic confrontation.
Desperate to find a way to aid the battle, Santa scanned the chaos for an opportunity. His eyes locked onto a vulnerability, "Finally!" he exclaimed and dashed to retrieve Krampus's birchwood staff, lying discarded.
[Santa has looted: Ancient Birchwood Staff]
Scrambling up the golem's back, Santa heard Mya's voice shout, "What are you doing, boss?"
Holding up the birchwood staff, he replied, "Here, take this," and hurled it towards her with his incredible strength. Mya, using her telekinesis, caught it mid-air.
[Mya has looted: Ancient Birchwood Staff]
"I don’t want it, it's ugly!" she protested.
Santa let out a chuckle as he continued his ascent. "Aim for the devil's chest! Get ready to..." His words were cut short as Krampus's fist slammed into the golem, sending a shockwave that nearly dislodged Santa. Gripping tightly, he held on and kept climbing.
Waving his hammer towards Mya, she understood his plan. As Santa reached the golem's shoulder, he could clearly see the scar – the same spot where long ago he had previously vanquished Krampus.
Krampus, noticing the tiny figure on the golem's shoulder, scoffed, "Quid formicam parvam facturus es? (What are you going to do little ant?)"
Santa just grinned and replied, "Oh, nihil multum, iustus est scis... malleo tempore. (Oh, nothing much, you know... just hammer time)."
Mya had skilfully maneuvered the birchwood staff to hover just out of Krampus's sight, positioning it perfectly in his blind spot. Seizing the moment, Santa activated his candy cane leap ability and launched himself into the air. Krampus, anticipating an easy target, prepared to swat Santa away. However, he remained oblivious to the staff, now perfectly aligned with the butt of the staff over the scar on his chest, like a precisely placed nail.
“Illumination!” Mya called out blinding Krampus with her light orb.
Santa, fuelled by a mix of pain, anger, and sheer determination, wielded his hammer with all his might. With a decisive motion, he struck the birchwood staff.
Thud!
The impact drove the staff deep into Krampus's flesh. Santa's centuries of experience in hammering nails into wooden toys, combined with the immense strength he had garnered through his trials and suffering, turned the staff into a lethal projectile. It tore through Krampus's chest with the force of a bullet and pierced straight into the heart of the beast.
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