The night sky was alight with stars, the full moon bathing the countryside in its soft glow. But the beauty of the evening stood in stark contrast to the chaos unfolding at the Kudrow estate.

Jonathan Kudrow cut down soldier after soldier with smooth, lethal strokes of his sword. Blood sprayed with each swing, the bodies stacking up around him. He was ferocity incarnate on the battlefield, fully living up to his fearsome reputation.

Beside him, the witch Millis cackled with glee, her fingers twisting in arcane patterns as she engulfed a squadron of men in scorching flames. The stench of burnt flesh now mingled with the iron tang of blood heavy in the air. Millis was toying with these opponents, Jonathan noted. She hadn't even tapped

"Hmmm, they don't seem to be strong dear despite all their talk". Millis said in a bored tone

"Don't let your guard down, it seems their weapons are lazed with poison moreover".

Millis snorted. "As if that could slow me down. I'm just getting warmed up!" Still, she gave Jonathan a grateful smile, appreciating his concern. She knew he only wanted to protect her, just as she sought to guard him in return.

Jonathan gaze stared straight at three men at the back, their expressions looked calm. That made Jonathan feel uneasy.

"They might have a hidden card, Butler seems to have taken the kid's to safety seems we can let loose now millis."

" Hehehe, you just read my mind already"

Jonathan's momentum increased With every swing of Jonathan's sword pile of bodies would fall leaving the enemies weak.

To the enemies Ethan seemed like the giver of death on the battlefield and what happens when the witch is by he's side, Carnage.

".........."

"Tsk, tsk tsk"

" The enemy is few, what are you all doing standing around for. Anyone who retreats will die by my hands". A man in black shouted

- I know they are strong but those two are monsters.

The commander stared desperately at the battle unfolding at the front

"Hmmm"

--Why isn't he even helping us yet, tsk tsk

The commander's desperate gaze fixed on the shadowy figure under the oak tree far the back, red eyes and a dark hood.

Their promised aid nowhere to be seen.

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"Fight, you fools!" the commander shouted, the words hollow.

The commander scanned the battlefield, " Huhhhhh"

his eyes widening in dismay. In mere minutes, their force had been decimated from four hundred strong to a mere hundred trembling men

Jonathan and Millis were forces of nature, reaping through his soldiers as easily as a scythe through wheat. Their power was far beyond anything he had anticipated.

" they aren't even standing as good bait to weaken them down".

" I agree with you, at this rate we will fail. why won't that man come out already is he ..........".

Step step step

A cold whisper drifted across the bloodied field: "So weak..."

The leaders parted for Pung Yo, power coiling around him like a serpent as he drifted forward. The commanders stood frozen, mute with dread, as death approached to reap his due.

"........"

" You guys had to bring weak soldiers knowing full well the kind of monsters you are to face, Tsk tsk tsk weak all of you. And here I thought I was going to rest a little."

The soldiers parted way for the man with red eyes,

"Yo-you are..." Jonathan stammered, his face contorting in horror and recognition.

Before them stood Pung Yo, the notorious Reaper of Death. His presence on the battlefield was like a plague bringing nothing but suffering and doom.

"How can you be here?" Millis demanded. "We killed you ourselves!"

But she felt the dark energy radiating from the assassin, carrying the unmistakable grave-stench of his sorcery. This was no illusion - their old enemy had returned.

Jonathan's hands tightened on his swords, jaw clenching. A subtle nod passed between them. To survive this night, they would need to fight together with everything they had.

Pung Yo's icy smile widened, a predator toying with cornered prey. "I have returned, stronger than ever." His red eyes glinted with malevolent delight. "Thanks to your king."

A marrow-deep chill pierced Millis' heart. But she stood firm, magic kindling in her fists.

Pung Yo's gaze turned merciless as stone. "Today you die."

With tension rising between both parties pung yo voice resounded loud.

"Corpse arsenal rise"

"..........."

"Necromancy!" the commander gasped, face pale at the risen dead.

He rounded on Pung Yo. "You let my men die just for this? To raise them as slaves?"

Fury trembled through him. Fifty remained of hundreds. The rest, warped into unthinking tools by this merciless sorcerer.

Pung Yo smiled coldly. "Their lives serve me now in death."

The commander trembled, incensed. These had been he's men, living men! Not playthings to discard and defile!

"......"

The people of the kudrow mansion who had the momentum and looked like the battle would end in their favors now seemed like they are now surrounded by dead comrades and foes.

The undead soldiers swarmed through the Kudrow estate, slaughtering anyone in their path. Desperate screams and clashes of steel echoed through the courtyards as the household guards tried in vain to mount a defense.

Jonathan carved through the undead horde, black blood spraying with each frenzied swing of his blade. Millis incinerated dozens with raging dragonfire, but the mindless corpses kept coming, impervious to pain or preservation.

They fought their way toward Pung Yo, who observed calmly from afar. With a savage dual strike, Jonathan struck Jung pyo and Millis knocked Pung Yo aside with a massive telekinetic blast.

"Is that your best?" Pung Yo taunted.

Millis hurled fireballs at the assassin, but he dodged with preternatural speed, the flames setting the trees ablaze.

Rotten magic crackled around Pung Yo's hands as he channeled his vile necromancy. "Soul stealer"

Soul Stealer - a necromancy spells that Rips a portion of the victim's soul out of their body, instantly aging them. The fragmented soul is bound to the necromancer for power.

Jonathan and Millis cried out in agony, feeling their strength being sapped away. It was as if icy claws were wrapped around their hearts, cruelly squeezing the life force from their bodies.

" Hahaha hahahaha, now " The sadistic assassin had gained the upper hand.

"Now let our battle truly begins..."