Master Of None

”What’s the issue!?” The shout came from Rise who was looking over the entire battle field. She was sure that the ruins would not be that dangerous with the light that was weakening all the undead. She could even see the weakest falling and struggling to move at all. But when she had looked down, she saw that the healers were rushing a large number of soldiers back toward healing tents. This struck her as odd since she was boosting their light related healing type skills. They should have a better time of healing them before they were so badly wounded that the soldiers were out of the fighter entirely. ”There is a larger undead. The appraisal experts are working now!” those that had taken thje the time to learn the all around appraisal skills and also make appraisal everything within their life, had been granted appraisal related skills. Some had focused on monster parts. Others had focused on weapons or metals. Some even focused on herbs as a whole. But those that had focused on these things were incredibly valuable. They had formed teams to help with just this sort of event. Battles were full of uncertainties and having more information was very valuable to everyone. Walker had proven this to the entirety of Genesis forces many times over as his information had changed the way battle swerve fought. It could be the difference in victory or defeat. When it came to the information that they were in need of protection while they used their skills. They were not all focused enough or adept enough to get instant information. They also understood that their appraisals would yield different information with the all around appraisal skill or their own appraisal type skills. This compilation brought about enough information for the forces to make their move. ”The reports are in, we have a zombified saber cat, it has force that is enough to cut through the shield of our main defenses!”

Rise heard this from the dragonkin that had been assigned to her. She was sure that this would cause more issues and directed more light mana toward the area. As she did so, she saw the light mana she sent converging in to a larger shield and sword within the air. The song that resounded ahead led forward an entire group of newly appointed guardians for Alice. The cathedral had been surprised by the many guards who awakened unique classes because they had always been assigned to guard areas around the churches. Because of that, they had been acclimated to light mana which they already had an affinity for naturally. Beyond that, they had a great respect and adoration for healers since they went out of their way to help so many. That was how the paladins of light and the warriors of light had appeared. These classes were focused around defending the priests, healers, and those that wielded light related magical skills. The closer they worked with them, the more powerful they were. When they defended Alice, shields of light glowed on their arms. They had metal based shields that naturally absorbed light mana, but their skills just built off of that. Because they deterred the general skeletons and zombies, Alice was able to focus on the greater evil. The rotting body of the zombified saber cat did not lose the aura of danger that it had when it was alive. It might not be a monster that was seen alive any more, but the immortal king had left it behind. It was powerful and able to wield sharp claws sharper than any saber. But when the light sword that Alice created slashed it, the rotting body was purified and parts fell off to return to nature as they should be. When it struck the shield, its broken claws were turned to dust as its ancient bones should have been. This additional light man only strengthened the attacks from all the warriors and Alice as they moved forward. Their movement pushed the other smaller groups to move faster in a unified fashion. They saw the royal dragons flying in the air in their dragonkin forms around the main tower which held the threat they needed to eliminate. When the mainforced reached there, various undead began breaking through spots in the ground. The collapsed homes had covered the connected basements. The massive underground maze was their home. Was their resting grounds. But they were spurred on by the remaining body of the immortal king. The dark mana pulsed again causing the entire tower to begin to crumble. It had been years upon years that the ancient tower remained standing. The only thing preventing it from collapsing was the uniqueness of the immortal king’s bond with it. He had needed to maintain it enough so that he would not fall victim to the damage it sustained while he was attached to it. Now that the immortal king was free though, all methods of holding it together were gone. As the dark mana spread from it, Mordant was forced to repel a lot of it. Rise even had to lower herself in the air to defend the many soldiers without proper defenses from the dark mana which she could counter. ”Breathe in together!” Ignus ignored the dangers as the mana hit his scales. He was sure that they could resist these attacks even though he knew that they were enough to eat away at his tougher scaled defense. A little pain was a fine price to pay for a proper victory over an evil monster. Over a brighter future. The mana as each royal dragon affiliated with as dominator dragons were purer. They were able to control them much better. Therefore, when they channeled all of their wills in to dragon breath attacks of all forms, the air grew heavy. The twisted and jagged skeletal body that appeared shrouded in darkness mana emanated an aura of death and chaos. Its hold on the nearby undead drove them to become even more violent. Yet, as the dragons controlled their manas to even finer forms, there was a single thing that every soldier understood. They were combining their wills to create a nature dragon breath right here and now. The skills that Walker had used to take on dragon forms using elemental manas had been powerful. They had left lasting impressions and the ideas that a nature dragon form existed was more than true. The royal dragons envisioned this as they fought. The soldiers pushed for their mana to help their leaders as well. The force in the air was greater as the chaotic skeleton was being oppressed just by the incredible weight of denser mana. If the immortal king had controlled this old body of his, then they would have been attacked by now. But since the weakened body was left behind to be filled with madness and chaotic dark mana, there was no chance that it could resist. When everyone seemed to pause, the dragons had reached their capacity for their purer mana. As they released their dragon breaths all at the same time, there was a sense of impending doom. The only reason that the manas did not spread out was because of the fine control over them that the royal dragons had. They were dominator dragons! They controlled the manas that they were focused on. They had that control through many years of meditation and training. Not because they were born with it. They could not become dominators if they lacked that control. As the breaths spiraled together and hit the body of the immortal king, the bones attempted to resist. But the natural mana created was forcing an opposite and more controlled law toward it. The chaotic mana could not overwhelm the natural mana which was balanced and orderly. The cracking bones fell piece by piece as the density of dark, death, and chaotic mana was pulled apart. It had been many years of growing this body. Centuries went in to making it able to resist powerful attacks that would have crushed any normal skeleton. A body of an elder lich needed to be powerful. But when It faced the combination of power from the dragon’s might… it crumbled. The dark mana buffing and pushing the undead in to madness disappeared instantly. The entire ruins went silent as the undead were struck down and there was no evidence of any of them moving up from the depths any longer. Those who had healing abilities didn’t cease to look at anything though. They found those affected with decay and injuries so that they could heal. The dragons also remained standing as they slowly lowered themselves on to the tower to control the remaining mana. Their joint efforts proved to be greater than what they could do alone. A true symbol of unity for the dragon race as a whole. …

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