Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"I heard that your name was Loimos, not bad, I believe it is a word straight out of the two tongues the system enjoys so very much, yet, you seem to hold your strength yourself, I can sense great natural talent from you, and you are an undead as well, truly, you have everything to succeed in every area" Lady Syklon spoke, taking off the excess clothing, revealing a suit not so dissimilar than that the undead himself was wearing, or rather, had been wearing, it looked nothing like it used to at this point.

"So why are you so weak?" she unsheathed her blade, one of the two blades she was in possession of, Ohrn stepped back and watched in awe.

Loimos raised one hand in the air, the subtle sound of cracking coming from him, gathering the death force hanging in the air, turning the myriad of dead bodies, whether they were intact of nothing more than mush didn't matter, they were all converted into primeval rot, gathering above his lifted palm, being infused with a constant stream of death.

The orb of rot rose up in the air and stood still, Loimos stepped toward the little lady, still completely unbothered even as he arrived less than a meter in front of her, she simply watched him and did not interfere, surely, coming worth witnessing would come out of this.

He slashed at her with his bone claws, his strike effortlessly deflected, without him even being able of seeing the motion, the clothes wrapped around his face came undone, trying to bite down on her skull, only for his teeth to end up vanishing, not even feeling any sort of attack.

Unleashing every single trick he had the capacity of pulling off, claws of bones coming from his knuckles, claws coming from his fingertips, using rot to extend his limbs, compressed blood bullet, blood waves, the blood swamp, screens of miasma, rot explosions to propel and attack, manifesting spikes of bones to fight with, conjuring up creations of rots, be it rats, hounds or birds, even a bone tail a one point, trying to blind Lady Syklon with the deep light from the dept of his eye sockets, absolutely nothing could even make her move, all reduced to nothingness by impossibly fast and precise attacks.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Are you not the same one that cleared up my office back then? How come you are not even using a single battle art? And what are you planning to do with that filthy, floating orb over there? A big explosion? Do you really think that would work?"

"I stand at the top, the undeniable master of battle arts, only a few people can claim to be on my level, so please, try a bit harder" she taunted him, to no effect, though she did kick a stray sword toward him.

"Come on, use an art" Lady Syklon urged him, trying to see something worth her while before dealing the final blow.

Loimos denied her, ignoring the sword she willfully granted to him, instead grabbing his own skull, ripping it off from his body.

The undead wasn't much of an art user just yet, but he had earned a greater understanding of a few concepts from his trips to Weafewand, conditions and the likes had become a big part of his kit, he had learned to abuse the functionment using his advantages as an undead, the merging of spirit creation and golemcraft had also come a long way already, he had learned to manifest three rot creations so far, that, without having to rely on a condition or rule for it to work out in the first place.

He had learned about many more things as well, but only those few aspects were truly worth mentioning, as such, he employed multiple conditions at once, as well as a sacrifice.

The first condition had already been fulfilled, which was to last a certain amount of time against Lady Syklon, something that should be impossible, but seeing her behaviour, he was able to tell that the little woman would want to play around rather than immediately dispose of him.

The second one, was currently taking place, removing his skull from the rest of his, so at a specific timing and speed, such level of precision simple for an undead, but overall, it was technically an impressive feat.

The third one, was to speak aloud, clearly making it clear what would occur next, going around this by speaking in the death tongue, a language that was greatly in tune with incantations, however, this was no incantation, only a simple sentence made long and slow to make the condition more potent.

"With myself here as sacrifice, I summon an image of a friend, a shade that will do as it pleases"

Shades were the projection of a being, called apparitions in the wild, shades needed one to be familiar with the person, the being, and to either have their approval for it, or to simply be greatly in tune with them.

As undeads, both of the latter conditions were met at once, as for the first, it went without question.

"I summon Faraday, Slayer Of A God"

The summoning of a shade was linked to spirit creation, albeit only lightly, Loimos had still read of it, already knowing from the very moment he learned of it that it was something accessible to him, in the future at least.

That was the greatest boon of conditions and the likes, to transcend one's limits at a certain cost, here, to make sure that it worked out, Loimos gathered a great amount of primeval rot, death force and offered himself as well.

Had Loimos not been devoid of emotions, he would have certainly smiled at his devious ploy, knowing full well that the cost he had to pay did not truly exist, but that he was going to get what he demanded as though he truly was.

Just like this, the undead and the rot dissipated as a dark, translucent shape appeared in his spot, unaffected by the wind and the environment, the shade of Faraday had no mind of its own, not in the truest of senses, it was simply driven by the undead's natural instincts, which was to destroy all that lived.

"What disrespect" Lady Syklon spat, staring up at the sky, some of the putrefied birds still circling in the sky.

"I don't even know who that guy is" she shook her head, there was nothing to be interested about any longer.

So she ended the confrontation.