-- P.O.V. of Artian -- Three days before --

The table stretched from the man in purple clothing to the young woman on oposite side. I bowed, showing respect. "Did you call me?" She smiled to me and gestured for me to come closer "Yes  I did". I was used to have her calling me for no reason, but the bishop was a sign of something worrysome.

"Anything happened?" She nodded before speaking. "I need you to go to Vermond" I frowned. "For what reason?" She looked happy, but her expression never changed. "I had a dream about a beast in human form". It wasn't a good sign as she was the oracle, her dreams were meant to happen "A demon?". She took a second to answer "I'm not sure. He was very much like a normal human, but wearing black clothing and emanating a vicious aura"

Indeed worrying matters. "I need you there to take care of it. Can you do it for me?" I stared into her eyes. For some reason, I felt manipulated, but accepted. "I will go as soon as possible".

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Rumors about a new hero reached my ears on the to the city, but it didn't ge through my mind that he could be anywhere out of the capital. I needed to get rid of the cursed undead, but I was on my limit of energy. His image got blurry and a shock wave was sent my way. 

He appeared few steps away holding his swrod in defensive postion. The naked man had lost an arm, but it soon regrew like a liquid taking solid form. "Oh? Another outstanding human! How rare!" The smile never left his face. 

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The hero was serious, without letting the demon move out of his sight. "You are silent, just like the other one! Are you humans like that now?" He faded once again and the hero reacted by bursting light into all directions.

It wasn't enough to completely stop the undead's attack, but it did quite the damage. The hero was thrown away, but the naked man had most of his body burnt. The smell of flesh spread through the field as it healed.

I couldn't stop the frown on my face. It was gruesome. I was supposed to solve the problem before it got to that, but the hero was there fighting as equal with the immortal. "How did the fucking hero know about it? Did the shock wave call his attention? But why would he be around this city instead of the capital?"

I dismissed my thoughts and put my mind into the battle. I didn't have a single chance to win against them, neither I could leave the undead for the hero, I still needed his soul. My energy was coming to its end and I had to take action.

"Maybe lightning assault to grab his soul and run away" Dark mist filled my hand as I hoped it would work. I closed my eyes to concentrate and feel them instead. My step broke the floor, maing a hole and I jumped at the undead.

My leap twisted the air around and I was faster than an arrow. My eyes shinned and space let the time slow down its flow. The world became clear, every detail was there, like an unmovable crystal. My fingers moved and strings of energy formed, conecting me to the undead.

Whoosh. A wave of air exploded and time was back on track. My hand closed and the strings moved, pulling the undead as my scythe disspated. I stopped his body with ease by placing my hand on his chest. I used all the power I had to pull it out. A deep red aura was coming out his chest as my face contorted due to the effort.

It was nearly coming out, but I underestimated the hero. Light itself was shoot like blade on my way and hit me. My eyes widened as I let go of the naked man and my body was thrown with immense pressure. I wasn't capable to see it, but I was sure that many of my bones were broken.

I bounced in the floor, rolling like a rock thrown from a cliff. My head and shoulder hit a tree and I groaned in pain as darkness covered me.