The ocean is vast.

Everywhere there's either something trying to eat you or something trying to kill you.

Like that dip shit over there, I mean I killed it before it could do anything, but it still tried.

Besides what was that even? It looked like something that happens when a human was left to lament in ocean water and was given unreasonably sharp claws. I thought it was a wandering spirit or a wraith but something strange happened after it 'died'.

It turned to pure mana and returned to wherever it came from. Now I'm no necromancer but even I know that such a stunt needs a necromancer who can open the gate of death. For comparison the nation I was prowling around in had ten necros that can pull that off, that nation had a population in the billions and necromancy is highly valued.

The worst part is it turned to pure mana, you know, one of the rarest natural manas. That needs a nether sage to happen, one with too much free time if she can afford to put such an enchantment on a mere wraith. That kind of stuff is usually only put on trump cards like nether manifestations.

The bigger question is what is a necromancer doing at the bottom of the ocean. For what I know humans can't breathe underwater.

What if its a lich?

I can't name you a necromancer who's wiling to give up her beauty like that. Human mages value every piece of them greatly, their youth, beauty, intellect and power. They would rather die than give up any of them.

So anyways I followed the direction into which the wraith disappeared. A blue spot (term for places like the Marian trench).

Wait a second.

I focus on my sense of orientation. I send mana into my brain and make it work on overdrive. The world seems to slow down and anything in my field of view became much clearer.

A illusion.

To keep things from going there by making them believe that there's nothing there. Honestly, I probably shouldn't go in there.

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A nether sage and a veremancer, if that isn't an ominous duo.

Actually.

Either that veremancer has barely even tried or..

A rune.

Quite a lot of runes actually.

Two for the illusion, one keeps it going whilst the other fucks with my mind.

The other five hundred will spawn a shit ton of necrotic stuff, can't say what exactly. But I can tell it was made in hurry since a few are defect which caused the wraith I encountered to happen. It makes sense that they were in a hurry, they were underwater after all.

But still. Someone in a hurry wouldn't add return of dead to each and every one of them.

I squinted my eyes.

Was all this made by only two mages? No. It was made by a single runesmith, human mages are too prideful for runes.

Around five hundred things with rising numbers.

I took on a semi human form because quite frankly I find it the easiest to use magic in. Below my waist it was an eels wet dream of a body.

I removed the lungs and replaced it with a diving sack which won't be important during the fight but I doubt I will have the energy to shape shift left after it. I replaced my bones with cnorbs which will allow me to heal my skeleton in mid combat. I used all the calcium to give my upper body a shellfish like armor, it won't even slow me down.

Alright then, let's go!

I rushed in there not waiting for anything to happen.

200 wraiths 100 water wraiths 50 phantoms 50 phantom giant jellyfish 50 necrotic abominations almost all the other ones are defect. Except one.

A nether spawn.

Not just that it's also attuned to the water element. It has the skeleton of a giant serpent, a hundred meters thick and god knows how long. Instead of flesh or intesthy there was only a pitch black something that left a dark mist where it was. Its eyes golden blue, not a combination you want to see.

I'm not sure if I should be impressed or horrified that something actually managed to do necromancy with primordial energy or that they found primordial energy at the bottom of the ocean.

For that to happen a God must either reside here and Gods don't do that, the mortal realm is beneath them.

Or at the bottom of the trench is a God's corpse.

Either way.

I have a horde of enemies to fight through.

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Over the year I have realised something about myself.

I aimed above my league.

I could have turned into a rock, pebble, puddle or anything else you can find in a cave.

But no. I chose to be one of the most attention catching pieces of jewellery. And even after my mistress picked me I didn't back off. I sucked her blood in a pathetic attempt of damaging her, even if I tell myself it was for nourishment. Even after my horrifieng experience I could have simply hidden myself amongst one of the other races.

Hell, I could have confessed to the elfs of what I am and cooperated with them. But I choose to walk into the lions den.

When I learned the truth instead of using that information against them I simply grunted and saw it as a challenge.

At first I wanted to convince myself that it was the human cores. But no matter how you look at it.

I'm not better than them. I might be worse.

They atleast have a code of honor.