I felt the massive mana gathering, forming a hand made of soul. It is enormous, bigger than the monster I am riding, made out of translucent soul energy.
Pale Hand.
I recognised the spell imdiately, and it made
shudder as this is an extrely dangerous spell.
All the spells he had used before were nothing compared to it, including the soul spell that he used on
earlier.
The only purpose of this spell is to kill, not to maim or injure.
"It's ti to die, Silver," he said and sent the Pale Hand toward .
He intends to kill ; I could see it in his eyes. Whatever order or reservations he had before disappeared. Now, there is a clear killing intent.
Seeing it coming at , I released the full power of the aura and ford Root Mind. I also activated the charms and the protections.
The hand reached , and I thought it would co directly at , but it did sothing unexpected.
It broke into six pieces: five fingers and a fingerless hand, before surrounding . Seeing it, I couldn't help but get shocked.
I have not read about his spells doing this. He had not shown this variation before in the battle.
He is smart; he had seen how I defend against the attacks and is now using the spells flexibly to deal with .
I swung my sword toward them, but the sword also swirled around , infused with the power of the artifacts. It's the only thing I use since I didn't have any soul skills.
The only thing like a soul skill is Still Mind. In which I am pushing as much aura into as I can.
Rip!
My sword ripped through the middle finger before going for the index finger.
Normal artifact shouldn't be able to do that, but mine could. Earlier, I had dealt with the attack with only the power of the artifact; this ti, I used the aura blade.
I could see the surprise flash in his eyes, but that didn't change the smile on his face, nor did it make
relieved.
The blade ripped through the index finger and went to the pinkie, and I began cutting through it, when I felt the other four parts touching .
They touched the swirling aura around , before breaching through it by the ti I finish with the pinkie.
"Haha!"
I heard the mage laughing, but I didn't have ti to care about it as the three parts of the spells struck .
They didn't co as the individual parts, though; they rged and hit my mirror-like soul with a sledgehamr.
"Ahhhhhh!"
I scread as the spells hit . It is powerful, and it wants to destroy my soul.
I fear it's might. Root Mind, which is like a layer on the mirror, is protecting it, but I could feel the strain and felt like it might break.
'I cannot have that!' I pushed more power into it, but the spells aren't sothing that can be brought back down. It is designed to destroy the soul, and it is what it will do.
I also poured more aura into Still Mind while assaulting the spells with the power of my artifact.
If I had had a few more weeks, I would have been able to use the power of the artifact to cut the spells in my soul or at least chip it faster.
'Another spell is coming!' a voice rang out in my head. She didn't have to tell ; even in this pain, I had sensed the attack.
It is another Pale Hand.
Seeing that, I pushed my efforts to the highest and swung my sword toward the spells.
I destroyed the spells in my soul, but was only able to eliminate one finger of the second Pale Hand, before it ca at .
I ford Root Mind again, just a mont before the spells struck .
The spell clashed against my soul once more, with greater power than before, but this ti, the Root Mind held, better than the last ti.
It is the second thod, which I had comprehended and practiced daily since then. Unlike the other three, I couldn't challenge it, which helped
improve them.
So, when the first Pale Hand clashed against it and began to crack, Root Mind, I studied the weaknesses in the thod and tried to fix them in the second one.
I had stopped the first clash, but it is far from over; it is pressing harder, and the cracks begin to spread once more on Root Mind.
Once Root Mind is destroyed, Pale Hand will go to the soul, and that will be the end of .
So, I absolutely can't let it happen. I have to stop it, no matter what. I pushed more aura, harnessed it from the deepest part of .
I was straining to survive with everything I have, when I sense another spell.
Not a soul spell, but just as dangerous of a spell.
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Tamal Wraithhearth
He beca pale and began bleeding through every orifice as my spells hit him, but it didn't do what the spells were supposed to do.
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They were supposed to kill him instantly, but they did not.
It is my most potent soul spell, but he had sohow defended against it. I could still feel my spell active, but he is holding on against it.
'He shouldn't be able to do that!' I said to myself.
He is technically Lv. 40, but not in a combat class. I had killed those with the skill that has soul defence skills, and I could not sense one from him.
He is defending with the artifact and aura thod, which makes this even more shocking.
Only a second had passed since I launched the spell at him when my staff lit up with another spell. The spell could kill him, but I am not going to wait.
This spell is just as powerful as Pale Hand. Even more powerful than it, considering the massive mana it consus, not only during the casting, but also after.
That put
in a dangerous position.
It's one of the two reasons I don't use this spell. The second is that I did not need to. Most were finished with Pale Hand or spells before that.
Now, Silver had forced
to use my strongest spell. Even Liorian won't survive it, much less Silver.
'Tamal, they have forbidden us from killing him.' Liorian's voice rang out in my mind.
I am not surprised. What surprised
was that he didn't call
before.
He is still fighting the giantblood general. He should have finished him by now, moving to kill the others, and I wanted to say that much, but I couldn't.
The plan was to capture Silver and kill all the higher-ups who could take command.
We have utterly failed. Even Yark is held back.
'There is no choice; you have seen what he did and how he is fighting. He is too dangerous to keep alive,' I replied, and the spells began to materialize in front of .
There was no answer from the other end. Nor, I expected, could he understand how dangerous Silver could beco if we let him grow.
…
It was a struggle to open my eyes, since the spell was still attacking , but I managed to do so and looked up.
There is a massive coffin above, imnse enough to swallow
whole, and it is now falling toward
at a breakneck speed.
It is a pure white coffin with unselling swirly designs over it. I have to destroy it before it covers , or it will be very hard for
to survive.
It is Dymiran's Coffin, or so call it the Coffin of the Silent Screams.
This spell is just as dangerous as the soul attacks. I am struggling against to protect my soul.
I gritted my teeth and felt a pain that made
want to scream. I bore it, because I need to do it. If I let this spell do what it does, it will be horrible.
The cyan blade ford on my sword and shot toward it with the power of the artifact.
Rip Rip!
It tore a hole through it, but it didn't destroy the coffin. Seeing that, my aura ford another fractal and shot it toward it.
I could sense it weakening a little, but not enough to cause substantial damage.
Now, it appeared right above , and I swung my sword toward it, while it moved to swallow
and the beast.
Rip!
I heard the ripping sound before everything turned dark as the coffin enveloped .
Dymiran's Coffin is one of the most powerful Grade V necromancer spells. Once inside, it cut off vision, hearing, even the sense of sll and taste.
The aura makes the spell even worse.
This is why this spell is also called the last destination, because it is the last destination for people.
Once inside, people die.
It has a heavy expenditure, though. It is why, rarely, do necromancers use this spell. It consus too much mana; even for the necromancers, who could pull mana from the undead, it is a heavy spell.
I had thought I wouldn't be able to use such a powerful spell. So quickly in the battle, but it seed that seeing his spells getting cut apart left him with no choice.
The silence descended with the suppression. Making the horse nervous.
It is the first ti it has shown such nervousness.
"Calm boy," I said, activating the skills that shot the pain through my head.
The horse cald a little, which made
feel relieved. It needs to be calm. If it panics, it will kill itself and also .
Seconds passed, and nothing happened. We remained in absolute darkness.
It is unbearable, but I remained calm. Half of my focus stayed on the coffin, while the other half remained focused on soul spells, which I am still struggling against.
Over ten seconds passed before the coffin finally acted.
Imdiately, two fractals begin to form at once. Imnse pain is shot through my head as I am still struggling hard against the soul spells, but there is no choice.
Clang Clang!
The fractals ford, and imdiately, they clashed. The shield clashed against the bones while my blade cut through them.
Others might not be able to sense sothing once they are inside the spells, but I could.
Rip Rip Rip!
I defended, but not against it all. Two bone blades cut through my shoulder and arm, while the horse's back and legs were cut.
Clang Rip Clang!
I activated the skills to calm it, while moving my sword to defend against another attack and forming a fractal for another shield.
It made
feel like it would split my head apart, but I did it, and a second aura shield ford.
Still, it wasn't enough to defend against it all. The horse and I got cut again.
Here, in this spell. He has the absolute authority. I could not do anything but defend.
Then how would one survive this?
There are two ways: the first is raw power. Simply smash through it, which is not an option for ; I am utterly strained.
The only reason I am continuing is that I am pushing myself every mont.
The second is to survive longer than the spell. As I had ntioned, this spell costs a lot of mastery. To cast to maintain, the caster cannot do it for long.
I do not have raw power, but surviving till the Necromancer is exhausted is going to be a monuntal challenge as well, but I have no choice.
I have to do it to survive and win.
Clang Rip Clang
The attacks kept coming, and their intensity increased further. More cuts appeared on my body, so shallow, while so were deep.
The sa with the horse, which I am controlling, because staying in one place is dying here.
Though the coffin isn't big, it's big enough for small movents, and that is what the horse is making with lightning blazing across its legs.
"Good boy," I praised as it dodged a big bone spike.
The horse seed to understand what was at stake as it followed my command without hesitation. There used to be faint resistance before, but now it has vanished.
It had fully submitted to
because it understood. I am the only one who could save it.
Ti passed, and I sensed awakening and another belonging to my people, but a few seconds after that, I sensed another one.
It is from the undead.
This battle is pushing us, as well as the enemy. They are under no less pressure than we are, especially after I wiped away over 80% of the horde.
They need to win this battle at any cost, and so do we.
Another awakened, and this one, too, from the undead, making it four. I was cursing it when I sensed three awakening one after another in a span of nine seconds.
It was so shocking that I didn't dare to believe it. Especially when all three were from .
It brought
joy, which only dimd when I sensed another awakening from the undead.
Minutes passed, and then another and another. I sensed the awakening from both sides. Soon, the numbers went over ten.
It is shocking; fountain events are very rare, but to , there was no surprise.
In my domain, I could feel their emotions, the stress they are under, and how they are pushing themselves.
Clang Rip Clang!
The attacks intensified further and put every bit of focus on the coffin. It had injured
and, many tis, nearly killed .
If I didn't focus, I would die, and so would the monster I am riding.
So, I defended. Focusing on everything, getting better, every mont, despite the enemy attacking from all sides with powerful attacks.
'The spell is ready. It will be activated in three seconds,' Caena's voice rang in my mind, finally.
Her words felt like water to the thirsty.
Seeing that, I decided to push everything and go beyond what I have. I need to do it because her spells will not affect this coffin.
I need to get out before she activates the spell, or I will lose the chance, the only chance I will have.
Six fractals appeared in front of ; it gave
such pain that I felt like I would split apart. Even die, and that is a real possibility, given sheer strain, but I bore it and pushed forward, with gritted teeth.
A mont later, the fractals transford into six cyan blades.
I couldn't do this when he trapped
in the coffin, but I could now, and I am going to break out of here, because it's ti, I kill that bloody Necromancer!
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