Maxwell came to rather slowly as his senses, which were those of the undead and not of the living, slowly came back to him. He looked around with phantom eyes, seeing his domain as it came back into focus. His thoughts, which had been basically nonexistent in his state of comatose stupor, now came with speed and in number.

"While that could have gone better." Maxwell said to himself as he looked at his depleted forces that made up the citizenry of his undead domain. All his smog grass elements had been destroyed defending his territory. But thanks to the respawn rate of his territory, he's already begun to rebuild his destroyed force of smog grass elementals.

Though the same couldn't be said for all the insect zombies he lost, as he felt it would take time before the hive of the undead was ready to create him a new undead swarm. Luckily, though the one thing he couldn't replace, his zombie chimera Bunet had survived the invasion by those green pixies, or the great hunt, as they called it.

Thought on that thought as he began thinking about Bunet Maxwell and began looking around his domain even harder as it came even clearer into focus for him. "Where is Bunet, and what's with all the zombie butterflies flying around?" Maxwell asked a bit confused as well as concerned, especially as he figured Bunet was for someone who likes hornets more than butterflies with her aggressiveness. So to see all the zombie butterflies floating around instead of zombie hornets made him wonder just what had happened while he was asleep for Bunet to prioritize the butterflies over the hornets in production by the hive of the undead.

That's when he noticed that Bunet was nowhere to be found in his kingdom instead there was somebody else waiting for his attention. "And who might you be?" Maxwell asked the new denizen of his realm who he could feel was connected to him and his kingdom but whose creation he knew nothing about.

"I am Horter, a zombie commander that is skilled in the command of butterflies, my liege." Horter said to Maxwell in a distinguished voice, shocking Maxwell a bit, as up to this point he did not know the undead of his realm would ever be capable of refined speech. So to have one of his undead prove that they were capable of such things so quickly after he woke up gave him a bit of whiplash.

Though it seemed having noticed his new zombie commanders showing he was entirely coherent was exactly what his screens had been waiting for. Not too long after having noticed Horter, a screen appeared to tell him what had caused him to fall into a comatose state as well as what had happened while he was in that state.

You have undergone a short coma as your body goes through it's metamorphosis to better handle the necromantic energy that went through it as a result of the new spell invented.

New necrotic spell invented- summoning great serpents of necrotic rage and sadness : you can summon two serpents of necrotic black smog. One that represents rage and the other representing sadness each having their own methods of fighting that embody what they represent.

Through the creation of the summoning necrotic spell for greater serpents of necrotic hatred and sadness you have unlocked the ability to create rage and sad smog undead.

Events that have happened during sleep:

- the smog root fist destroyed a worm invasion force securing the underground of the realm.

- Bunet used the hive of the undead to seperate herself into two zombies commanders which were Bunet: hornet zombie comander and Horter: butterfly zombie commanders

- Bunet has gathered all zombie hornets and order a undead hornet invasion in pursuit of the invading forces while Horter maintains the defense of the realm

Maxwell took a moment to go over the screen, really absorbing all that had happened in his coma state and trying to figure out what he should do next. Well, it would seem he had a lot to deal with, as apparently he had new things to research with the discovery of hatred and sad next smog.

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But he had his citizens to first be content with, as he had forgotten his smog root fist in the fight against the green pixies, and honestly, he had just forgotten them in general as they were underground, causing the old saying out of sight out of mind to come into play. Which had really come to bite Maxwell, so it was time for him to check on them and see what exactly they were up to after destroying a worm invasion.

So Maxwell turned his sight from his kingdom's grounds above to the depths below, finding that the smog roots had become interconnected. Though he was surprised to see that what the screen meant by destroying the invading worms was that the smog roots tore them apart as there were worm chunks scattered through out the thousands of grasping hands that made up the smog root elementals.

Maxwell could feel the smog roots joy at his attention; he could even see them begin to hold up the chunks of worm they had as both a sign of their defense of the realm and as tribute to their ruler. Well, when shown such clear and eager dedication from the smog roots, there was no way he couldn't respond.

So first Maxwell spoke to the smog roots by projecting a feeling of pride at their defense of the kingdom, to which the entire undead smog root system shuddered in joy at the recognition of their contribution. Maxwell then went about coming up with a way for the smog roots to contribute to the kingdom other than randomly stopping underground attacks.

Maxwell thought about this for a long moment, observing the roots and their underground domain, taking it all in its totality. He then noticed something; it seemed that the worms invasion into the underground of his kingdom and the smog roots own inherent nature to burrow into the ground had caused a series of small chambers with tunnels running through them to form.

So with the new rooms below ground and with the smog roots holding material in the form of torn worm flesh. So it was time to see if he could have smog roots produce undead forces like Bunet, as it would be much harder to forget them when they were actively producing undead forces for him. So Maxwell got to work filling the smog roots with far more necrotic than they usually had.

Once he felt that his smog roots had enough excess necrotic black smog to begin making undead of their own, he began to get to the real work of making undead out of the dead flesh of torn worms. He chose the biggest underground chamber that had been formed due to the worm invasion and then had the smog roots slowly gather pounds of worm flesh into the chamber.

Once the roots had gathered enough flesh into the chamber for him to form something, Maxwell proceeded to get to work. He slowly had the roots that were in the ceiling of that specific chamber pierce a specific slab of flesh, then slowly and ever so carefully pierce their way through the next slab of worm flesh until, by the time we're done carving their way through one side to the other, they had something of a worm strung together by the smog roots.

"All right, let's see if this next part works." Maxwell said to himself as he had the smog roots fill the worms strung together with the excess smog he put into them, then to cut those roots connected them to the worms. Then both he and the smog roots watched for a moment as the stitched worms slowly came to undeath.

Slowly the stitched worms began to roam the chamber as they got used to their new undead lives. The smog root fist hanging from the ceiling began to make hand gestures, and in response, the stitched worms began to carry out certain tasks that the hand gestures seemed to entail.

"Well, it looks like we have succeeded." Maxwell said rather proudly that everything had turned out alright. He also shared the feeling of success with smog root fists, causing them to shudder with joy once again. Then, to finalize the success, the blue screen appeared to declare the result of their experiment.

In working with the smog root elementals you have unlocked the following building.

Smog root operating chamber: this chamber is where the smog root fist create their root Marionettes a type of undead that is a puppet to the will of the smog root fist that made it.

"Well, it looks like I don't have to worry about forgetting them now." Maxwell said as the smog root fist began turning all the underground chambers into operating rooms. Maxwell then began to feel the eagerness of the smog root fist as they began to create wormroot marionettes to pursue someone. Maxwell then conversed with them to figure out why exactly they were making an army.

The conversation was a strange one as it was based more on emotions and images than words, but eventually the smog roots got what they were after across. They wanted to go get the leader of the worm invasion who had escaped. Maxwell gave his approval for the pursuit but not the elimination, as he wanted to know about this commander of worms and if he could expect more of them.

So with that handled, Maxwell turned his attention back towards the surface and what awaited him there. "Well, let's see what we can do above." Maxwell said to himself as he turned his attention back to the surface of his kingdom.