"By the way... did you turn those fanatics into undead too?" Mike asked, glancing behind her as he noticed many of the masked fanatics now moving with stiff, lifeless motions—their bodies clearly undead.
"Yes," Lily replied calmly. "After reaching S-rank, I awakened the skill Call of the Fallen Soul. It allows to summon the souls of those who die by my hand—or by the hand of my undead. These monsters don’t get to rest."
Mike simply nodded. He could easily sense the strength among them. Many of those forr fanatics were Rank 5 or Rank 6 in life—most likely all of them had fallen to Lily’s undead legion.
I wonder if I can awaken sothing like that one day, Mike thought. All my talents are powerful, no doubt... but her talent, combined with necromancy, is broken as hell.
He was certain he would grow stronger in ti—but for now, if Lily fought seriously, she would clearly dominate.
"So, should we help others?" Cryace asked, clearly eager for more battle.
"I feel like if I fight more, I can condense my own Spirit Weapons," he added.
"Hmm, that’s true," Inferna nodded.
Mike looked around at the battlefield, the sky still torn by flashes of divine and abyssal power.
"I doubt we can be of much help here," he said calmly. "Lily, you should just send your undead to hunt down the remaining fanatics. After all, it’s not every day you get powerful undead infused with godly power."
He continued, "Shadow and I will release the people we saved from the Shadow Domain and make a sanctuary in the origin zone."
"Tell your undeads to send the people they saved here" He added.
Everyone nodded in agreent.
"Kekeke, then I’ll go with the undead," Jace laughed. "Hey, clone guy—call the hothead too."
Shadow nodded and summoned his contracted lich as well.
"His na is Lionel, by the way," Shadow said as a Pyrolord Lich stepped out of sumoning circle, flas and necrotic energy coiling around its staff.
"These bastards... they have bared their fangs here too," Lionel said coldly, slamming his staff into the ground as scorched dark runes flickered briefly before fading.
"You have history with them?" Mike asked.
Lionel’s flas flared violently.
"There is," he said, voice heavy with hatred. "That is why I even cursed myself with eternal undeath. I wanted revenge—revenge against the gods who destroyed my city."
Mike didn’t respond imdiately.
He tightened his grip on his sword, eyes darkening as the war-torn city stretched before them.
"Alright then," Mike said calmly. "Wreak havoc to your heart’s content."
Cryace and Shadow imdiately moved, ice magic surging outward as they reinforced the damaged walls of the Origin Zone. Layers of frost and crystalline barriers sealed cracks and weak points, restoring defensive integrity where the battle had torn everything apart.
Most of the fighting was already winding down. Lily had commanded nearly 90% of her undead to move out and hunt down remaining fanatics across the city, while the rest stayed behind to secure the Origin Zone itself.
Mike and Shadow then opened the Shadow Domain again.
Unlike Lily’s domain—ant for undead—Mike’s could shelter the living. But even that had limits.
As people erged and asked if its safe now?, Mike shook his head slightly.
"No," he said firmly. "I can’t keep you all inside the Shadow Domain for long. It’s safe for now, but this isn’t a permanent solution."
He looked over the crowd—fighters, awakened civilians, and survivors hardened by fear.
"So we’ll create a safe zone here. Anyone who can still fight will help secure and maintain control."
A man stepped forward, scoffing.
"You’re just Rank 2. Why should we even listen to you?"
Mike turned his gaze to him—cold, steady.
Before he could respond, Lily stepped forward.
Her presence alone caused the air to sink.
Behind her, more than three hundred undead rose in unison—Death Lords, Liches, elite revenants—an overwhelming tide of necrotic authority. The pressure crashed down instantly, forcing the man to his knees, his face draining of color.
"If anyone refuses to cooperate," Lily said calmly, "or tries to hide while others work—"
Her eyes glowed faintly.
"They will be removed."
Many people frowned at her words, but when they saw the vast number of undead surrounding the area, no one dared to voice a complaint.
Mike stepped forward.
"Alright," he said clearly. "Anyone who can reinforce the Origin Zone—use your skills or spells now."
Several awakened imdiately moved. Barriers of earth, tal, ice, and light spread across the massive Origin Zone building. Cracks were sealed, walls thickened, and defensive formations were carved into the structure. Runes glowed as enchantnts layered over one another, turning the building into a fortress.
Others spread out and ford a wide periter around the entire zone, creating a living wall of defenders.
Children, the elderly, and those who couldn’t fight—or were too low-ranked—were guided inside the shelter they had created. Healers stayed with them, tending to the wounded and calming those still shaken.
Once everything was in place, Mike raised his voice.
"Okay, everyone. From now on, our job is simple," he said.
"We keep this place safe."
People nodded one by one.
They held their positions, weapons ready, mana circulating quietly.
Then—
Movent.
From the ruined streets beyond the periter, undead figures began to appear one by one.
At first, tension rippled through the defenders.
Hands tightened on weapons. Spells half-ford.
But Mike didn’t move.
"Hold," he said calmly.
"They are on our side" He pointed at the undeads on their side as the others looked and saw the sa mana signature.
As they ca close everyone saw they are leading other injured and awakened here and so also brought supplies too.
"I also instructed them to bring supplies if theyr found" Lily said as Mike nodded.
Soon, after leavin the group they brought they went back to find more and kill other Fanatics.
From the shelter healers ca out as they escorted the injured inside while those who could iht joined the defensive line.
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