Name: Kazaldoor
Race: Lich King
Age: 801
Sex: Male
Level: 300
Class: Divine Necromancer
Sub Classes: [Grand Master Summoner],[Grand Master Sorcerer],[Grand Master Priest],[Master Enchanter],[Master Manamancer]
Devotion(s): Kazaldoor
Title(s): King of Kazaldoor, Bane of Purgatory
Health: 7,500,678
Stamina:
Mana: 15,679,123
Skills: [...]
Equipment: [Legendary Armor of Purgatory],[Legendary Crown of Purgatory],[Legendary Robes of Kazaldoor],[Divine Staff of Vengeance]
Elanore's eyes widened and sparkled. "Wow, you're the most impressive guy I've seen so far! So what, are you supposed to be some kind of undead king?"
The blue flaming eyes of the zombie next to his king sparked to life, their fire growing in intensity. "Such insolence! Not only that, you wield my halberd as if it's the most natural thing!"
Ella looked to the halberd in her hand with a smug smile and spun it around. "What do you think? Does it look cool on me? Though, your king is the cool looking one! Man, all of those spikes on your shoulders remind me of an old wrestler!" The vampire's eyes roamed down to his black staff. "I would actually be willing to let you leave here if I can have that thing!"
King Kazaldoor grinned with his pale, cracked lips, and he tapped his staff on the ground. The undead king looked towards all of the followers behind him and spread his arms out wide. "I guess you are the one that dealt with Zuldoor before. But aren't you a little dense? No matter how powerful you are, can you not see the army in front of you?"
The vampire turned her attention to all of the undead who'd crawled out of the flaming blue cracks in the ground. How many of these guys are there? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands?
Elanore had no idea if she could count wraiths as people with their own bodily autonomy. Then again, what even made a person? Here she was, staring at two zombies heading a large undead operation while being a vampire herself. She looked at the rattling, bony skeletons and the floating liches.
"Well, yeah," Elanore said, "there are a lot of you, but for me, it's like looking at a bunch of potential loot and experience. Perhaps, I am close enough to level?"
A frown graced King Kazaldoor's face. "You have spunk, but it will all be meaningless. No matter how strong you are, you cannot get away from this…" The king lifted the hand not clutching his staff.
Elanore grinned. "You have something prepared for me!? I am so lucky! This is like a boss event."
A black ring with the head of a skeleton was visible on King Kazaldoor's pale finger. "I was saving this, but for you, I will make an exception. [Kazaldoor's Vengeance: Hand of Death]."
The black ring began to fade away into tiny particles of black dust, and the sound of it shattering echoed after. Reality seemed to wobble, and a large black hand crawled out of the blue abyss beneath the ground.
Elanore looked at the crawling black hand with a frown on her face. "Bleh, that is disgusting! Don't tell me this thing is coming to steal my souls!" The hand reached up and started to wrap around Elanore. It gripped her tightly and began pulling her down towards the earth. "Ew! This thing feels weird! Ah yes, I forgot, I probably should equip my robes."
With a small thought, the clothes she was wearing banished into pink mist, and what replaced them was her familiar witch robes. The moment she equipped them, the white garments flashed with pink light.
The pink particles ate the black hand of death like tiny termites eating a wooden structure in a cartoon. The hand fell away into ashes as if it was snapped out of existence.
King Kazaldoor, who looked ready to command his army, froze. His pale undead face stopped, and he stared at the woman in front of him in disbelief. "What!? That's impossible! That item was crafted for centuries beneath the Kazaldoorian flames of purgatory! It's an item that will bring about death to even gods!"
Elanore cringed. "I don't want to reign on your parade, but these robes kinda give me immunity to death."
"Immunity to death!? That effect…"
Zuldoor looked towards his king in panic. "My liege?"
King Kazaldoor pointed with his staff. "Kill her!"
The vampire watched all of the undead before her act together. They were like rows and rows of ants obeying the orders of a queen. I guess a king in this case…
It started with the liches. Each of them began chanting their fireballs and death spells. Then it was the zombies who'd charged towards her with reckless abandon, and the skeleton archers launched their volley of arrows.
I am getting deja vu again! The vampire thought back to those humans who'd launched arrows at Naela. And thinking of Naela brought back the most recent memory of their almost kiss. Elanore's cheeks flushed red. I need to clear my head.
While all of the arrows were still in the air, it was almost like time had stopped. She summoned an energy drink from her inventory as part of her last crafted batch. The vampire uncorked the bottle, and she chugged the vial.
The green apple flavor filed into her taste buds, and the feeling of caffeine attacked her. All of her previous worries became drowned out by the jittery feeling of energy flooding her system. Elanore breathed a deep sigh of relief before grinning.
She unsummoned the halberd, stowing it away in her inventory. No matter how cool it would be...That thing wouldn't work for so many.
Her familiar staff rested in her hands. Her white and pink robes flapped in the breeze, and she tilted the brim of her witch hat.
Pink mist coalesced in her shoulders, and it crawled down her arms, eventually arriving at her hands. It channeled up the staff that glowed with ethereal light. It was as if the instrument was calling to her, begging for her to unleash something that the world would never forget.
"[Divine Witch Magic – Plane of the Consuming Realm]"
Reality fell away from her. An empty purple space presented itself, besides for all of the undead that arrived with her to this place.
King Kazaldoor's voice shouted. "What is this place!? Where did everything go!?"
The vampire's eyes glistened with spectral purple light. It was like looking into a purple spiral galaxy, unfathomably vast. Elanore smiled, her pearly white fangs the only things radiating normalcy.
"This is kind of like that hand," she said, "only...much prettier."
"Huh?" Zuldoor's voice echoed.
However, his plea for answers arrived. Holy white hands of angels started to reach out from the void around them. One by one, they started annihilating the undead. Each one that was touched disappeared from this plane. Each one vanished from existence altogether.
They all turned into plumes of purple smoke, leaving behind only their items. For a moment in time, it was only Kazaldoor.
The king dropped his staff into the void and grinned. "So this is what that witch was talking about...there is always someone…"
His words faded with his unlife, and silence fell upon the void.
For a while there were no sounds, until a chime echoed in Ella's head.
[Congratulations! You have gained a level!]