Join her army?

The cryptic nature of her words left Elas perplexed, his mind swirling with questions.

If Elas could be even more afraid of Vargha, it would be due to what happened after she said arise. Two massive creatures seem to appear from the darkness itself. The first one he saw appeared on Vargha’s left side. And it was an eight-foot-tall skeleton wearing a hooded black cloak. The only thing visible was its “face” and skinless hands. Elas was even more scared because the giant skeleton didn’t walk toward Vargha. It was gliding toward her as he hovered 3 meters from the ground before bowing to her and then said in a calming, musical voice,

“I am at your service, Young Mistress.”

Elas was in disbelief. A talking skeleton emanating an eerie, ominous aura was a sight that sent shivers down his spine. The fact that it was bowing to Vargha as if they were old acquaintances only added to his unease.

“Ongronas, it’s good to see you again.” Vargha's smirk has grown to a smile.

Wait a minute, why did I say that?

Our protagonist was bewildered. The words that had just left his mouth seemed to have their own will as if some unseen force was guiding his speech.

He had never seen this Ongronas before. And how in the hell did he even know this giant skeleton’s name was Ongronas? Why is his heart racing with contentment and gratitude as if meeting up with a friend you hadn’t seen in years?

Am I feeling your emotions, Vargha? If you can hear me, I want you to know I didn’t choose to inhabit your body, but I am grateful for the Nenniaidae. You are a unique entity, my favorite type of entity—a necromancer. For there to exist a necromancer race is a revelation to me. You are truly one-of-a-kind.

Necromancer was always a class or an ability a person or creature had. But just as our protagonist said, for there to be a race dedicated to being able to control the dead is simply a paradise for him. With the hard life he had on earth, it gave him an edgy side. He’d rather embrace darkness than be consumed by light. Carl Jung calls it The Shadow, and our protagonist has embraced The Shadow within him. Tragedy is all he knows; for some reason, he had grown a weird fascination for the rulers of the dead. They always tend to be introverted, loners, and rarely show emotion—three traits he had back on Earth.

“It’s a great honor for you to miss me, Young Mistress. I, too, have missed you. The seal has finally been broken after all this time.”

“E-Elas?”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Do you know of any demons that can summon skeletons?”

“No. I don’t-UGH!!” Suddenly, the tall knight was pushed from behind with such force that he landed flat on his face, but when he quickly stood to his feet and looked at the “thing” who had pushed him, the arm he had raised to slice them in two quickly lowered.

“Move..” A powerful, deep voice demanded, as the monster with such a commanding voice took significant strides toward Vargha before joining Ongronas in bowing before her. “Greetings Young Mistress. I am ready to slaughter all your enemies.”

I know his name as well.

Vargha chuckles lightly. “Dar’reem, always ready to kill for me.”

This Dar’reem is even bigger than Ongronas. He was standing at a towering nine-foot and ten inches. He is enormous in height and muscle mass. Its body boasts immense strength, with its defined muscles evident underneath its taut, leathery grey skin. Organic armor covers most of its body, reminiscent of stone, especially on its legs. Particularly from its knees to its feet, its hands up to the sharp elbows, its entire torso and shoulders, looking like shoulder guards, to its squared jawline. Two large, curved horns emerge from the forehead, sweeping backward. He also has menacing glowing purple eyes.

“You see the demons all around us..” Vargha motioned at the thousands of Tror’oras in all directions. “Kill them.”

Dar’reem stands up. “The Tror’oras, huh…they are not worth using the Eodkrog. Brute strength is enough. May I start now, Young Mistress?”

“Yes.”

Now, let's see how strong the soldiers he gave me are.

“And don’t you go using your Fatal Lullaby again, Ongronas!!” Dar’reem demanded, pointing his long finger at the giant skeleton. “You will stay out of this one.”

“Ah..so you remember.” Ongronas's smile immediately sends chills down Elas's spine.

The damn monster has fangs!! Fangs are as sharp and as long as a tiger’s.

What kind of beast was this Ongronas before he became a skeleton?

“I remember. You didn’t save any for me.”

“The setting was much more dire than it is here. The Young Mistress was only but a child during that time. Do you remember the Battle of Tonath?”

“Sadly, no. Why was there a battle at Tonath?”

Though Vargha doesn’t recall the battle, our protagonist does know what Tonath is. It’s the name of a nation in the demonic realm.

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“Fear.”

Vargha was about to ask to elaborate, but Elas chimes in on a self-evident and vital matter.

“Um, ma’am? I understand this may be a reunion for you, but the Tror’oras are still at large.”

“Yes. I’m sorry.” Vargha turns to Dar’reem. “You can let loose; just don’t destroy this universe like you have another. Only kill the Tror’oras. Got it?”

He destroyed a universe! Was he at full power or holding back? Oh man, Powerscalers are going to have fun with this guy.

Not even a day in this new world, and he already has a universe buster as his servant. Just how strong is Ongronas, then? This new life is going to be a fantastic one.

“Yes, Young Mistress. Only the Tror’oras..”

“You kill the ones behind me, and I will get the ones in front of me.”

“Yes, Young Mistress.” Dar’reem goes back-to-back with her.

“What about me?” Ongronas chimes in, who is still bowing.” I wish to serve you as well, Young Mistress.”

Yeah actually. I am curious to know what his abilities are, too. What’s this Fatal Lullaby Dar’reem mentioned?

With her Spector’s Reward ability, our protagonist wanted to join in on the fight and get kills of his own rather than having his servants do all the work for her.

Spector's Reward

You, as well as your servants, get more robust with each kill. The more powerful the enemy, the higher the boost your physical and magical abilities receive. There is no limit to how strong you or your servants can become. As long as you kill, you will grow stronger with it.

Keep in mind that you and your servants get a significantly higher boost with each kill you make than the kills they make.

Knowing the boost is greater when Vargha kills than when her servant kills; it's only natural that he wants to catch some bodies with his own strength.

“Then you will get the ones in front of us.”

The giant skeleton finally stands with a smile on its skinless face. “Thank you, Young Mistress. I-“

“YOU won't get in my way. “Dar’reem finished for him.

Ongronas lightly chuckles. “I won’t get in your way.”

“Good.”

“And by the way, Elas and Reth, it will be in your best interest to stay as close to the Young Mistress as possible. If you don’t want to be killed.”

Both of them double-blinked and swallowed dry spit.

“Uh, yeah. My lord, a-and I will stay close to Miss Vargha.”

How does he know our names?! This is just completely wild. I’m so glad Vargha is on our side!

Are they aware of what Vargha hears and sees even before getting summoned? One thing after another. Elas is so afraid right now he could pass out. And it seems he and Reth aren’t the only ones with trembling hearts. The Tror’oras hadn’t moved an inch when they noticed Vargha and her servants. They are aware of the power of the woman and her servants. They feel the same eerie, threatening aura coming from the three. They know fighting with them is futile.

Ongronas then puts a hand on Reth and Elas' shoulders. “Cover your ears.”’

They obeyed and quickly found out why the skeleton wanted them to do that. Because Dar’reem had unleashed the loudest and most primitive roar they had ever heard.

“GRRRRRRAUUUUUGH!!!!”

His bestial roar was so mighty that the shockwave caused a crater to form under his feet and stretched at a 50-mile radius and beyond. He was knocking down everything and everyone except Vargha, Ongranas, Elas, and Reth. The Tror’oras were not safe from the immense power of his scream. The demons were sent flying back, crashing into the first thing their body found. The crushing sounds of buildings being leveled erupted around them as smoke billowed.

“COME, TROR’ORAS!!!” Dar’reem shouts. “BECOME NOURISHMENT FOR THE YOUNG MISTRESS!! YOUR DEATHS WILL NOT BE FOR NAUGHT!!”

But once he was finished and paid attention to his surroundings, Dar’reem noticed he and everyone were submerged in the smoke he had caused and the roaring of crumbling homes, but surprisingly, there were no screams.

“I told you to hold back, Dar’reem.”

He turns to Vargha with a raised eyebrow. “But I did, Young Mistress.”

“Well, look at what you did. You probably killed innocent people with that roar.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am.” Elas cuts in. “The Tror’oras invasion may have been abrupt, but they weren’t entirely stealthy. We were able to get the majority of the people out of Bellwarf…”

“Okay. After this, I promise to help with the damage.”

“Thank you, Vargha,” Reth said.

By this time, the Tror’oras began to recover from the roar and start to stand, but Dar’reem didn’t give them any chance to stand fully.

He launched himself at the nearest Tror’oras, who had reached its knees and delivered a devastating punch to its face.

SHAKROOM!!!!

A tremendous boom erupted from the sound of the demon's head turning into mush as another shockwave filled the area and beyond. One after another, Dar’reem laid waste to the Tror’oras’ with great speed despite having such an enormous body.

SHAKROOM!!!

KABOOM!!!

SHAKROOM!!

I can’t follow his movements! Sweat streamed down Elas’ face under the helm as he watched the demon's body explode from an invisible but destructive force.

Tror’oras Defeated

10,040/50,000

In just five seconds, Dar’reem brutally ripped and tore ten thousand and forty Tror’oras apart. He has been splitting them in two with his bare hands. Vargha noticed that her body was rejuvenated with each kill he made despite not being fatigued. With each kill, a new limiter was broken.

Once the chaos stopped and Dar’reem could be seen again, he returned to Vargha and bowed. “The deed has been done, Young Mistress.”

“Good job, Dar’reem. Was being sealed for so long built up some tension?”

“It did. I would ask you to allow me to take care of the rest."

“No. I want to see what Ongronas will do." She looks up at her giant skeleton servant. “You can take care of the rest….Dar'reem, you can stop bowing. Raise your head and stand tall. Your Mistress is proud of you.”

Ongronas positioned his hands as if he were holding an invisible bottle. Darkness began conjuring from under his positioned hands, forming what looked like a 15-inch stick. Once it started to show its details, it was a flute—a dark black flute.

Now, how will a skeleton be able to play a flute? Vargha thought.

Playing the flute with lips and tongue would be ideal, and Ongronas has neither of those. But miraculously, when he put the flute close to his mouth, sounds came out. Three words perfectly describe this flute's song: Eerie, melancholy, and enchanting. It calms the soul and gives you a sense of comfort, security, longing, and sorrow as if your subconscious knows what will happen to you. But the song is so melancholy and calming that you cannot do anything about it. And despite only playing the flute, everyone could hear different instruments emitting from it, like a piano, strings, and ethereal voices, as if an orchestra of the dead was trapped within the flute.

As Ongronas played his Fatal Lullaby, it wasn’t long before the thuds of the remaining 39,960 Tror'oras bodies dropping face first on the pavement could be heard. But even after all the Tror'oras were dead, Ongronas continued to play. Black misty orbs came from the bodies of the demons and rushed into Vargha.

She doesn't act shocked when the orbs suddenly fly into her body at light speed, and she feels the same sensation she got from Dar'reem's killing when the orbs enter her body.

Indeed, with each kill her servant gets, the stronger she becomes. Truly terrifying.

Tror'oras Defeated

50,000/50,000

"It's done."