Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Undeath had many variations. Practitioners had once remained hinged towards the crude way of using Undeath, remaining far from its true essence. From its absolute truth.

Summoning weak skeletons to fight.

Having an army of thousands that didn't have much in the way of quality, the defense being that they did not tire.

It was pathetic!

So what?

These were all backward ways of using necromancy.

However, a certain group had risen, remaining in the shadows as they honed their craft.

The Green Neolists.

They were the pioneers of <Undeath Concepts>.

This group had been carried by multiple leaders in the past, committing to a game of cat and mouse with the Capital Knights while being thwarted at every turn but when it had been taken over by a rather ambitious man, things had changed.

His guidance led to the true formula for the effective use of Undeath.

He weeded out those that were rigid, disposing of them and grooming promising students that were willing to learn.

One of the students he had taught was the woman with copper shimmer hair and green eyes who overlooked the horrific scenes that she had caused within Eofel while standing atop the roof of a large building.

It didn't bring her any particular sense of joy as there wasn't much meaning to her in doing this. It was merely a strategy. A play.

A prologue to the horror that her master would bring on this world within the next few months.

This all came about because of her concept of Undeath.

<Faithful Message Undeath>.

After studying undeath energy for a long time she had finally created her own technique.

By weaving the energy of undeath intricately, one could give a coding to it. A very specific set of instructions that required tons of fuel.

It took an unbelievable amount of focus and time but she could do it with astonishing speed and accuracy now that she had studied it for a long time.

The coding she input into undeath was very concise. It would steal away the life from the victim and infect their soul, using it as fuel to strengthen itself.

To Infect a soul with Undeath was a very high level of control which depicted one's proximity to true Undeath. This showed the woman's level as a Necromancer also.

The undeath energy she input would then invade the core, preserving and consolidating after the death of her victim such that it could support the body, heightening all physical functions!

Severing the spine and disconnecting the brain stem was so that all physical functions occurring below the head wouldn't distract the brain from its purpose.

Having been an Energy Former before her induction into Undeath, this woman had been capable of manipulating sound and air to a marvellous degree.

She merged her understanding of both these elements and Undeath to create a way to transmit Undeath in the form of sound!

Of course, her first victims which had been readily prepared were the most efficient at spreading the 'word', the rest not being as efficient.

They were also far weaker than her original minions but she didn't need them to be otherwise.

"Looks like those with blue cores won't be affected," she said nonchalantly. "I didn't plan for them to anyway. I wonder how that woman from the Purity will fare against 'that'."

The woman didn't stay to watch some more as regardless of the outcome, she had done her part.

***

Skullius' body felt limb from being carried across a vast distance at an insane speed without him being able to say or do anything about it.

From his place of captivity up to this place, he couldn't even tell which route they had taken.

Perhaps there wasn't because he had flown instead maybe?

He couldn't tell.

Soon, his vision once again became clear and he saw another tragic scene before him.

Knights were battling each other, while some had red flames within their sockets, burning incessantly!

Some of the Capital Knights had already been killed, their halves lying on their ground along with their limbs!

Blood was everywhere, staining the stalls of various foods whose owners had either died or were running around spreading the message of undeath and fallen over clothing which had been bargained for by the various civilians that now had grotesque faces as they chanted without rhythm!

What had once been a loud and energetic marketplace had become a tragic scene where the energy was horrid and full of death.

Skullius took in this scene with narrowed eyes.

This was undeath.

"Crazy..." he mumbled.

He had once again found himself in the presence of this power which had once lorded over him.

He knew the feeling all too well.

But the way it was applied was...

Elita's eyes darted left and right as she identified all the threats within her surroundings.

Ever since she had come out of the Capital Knights building, she had clearly assessed the fullness of the situation within the entire city.

All the civilians were being overtaken by the stench of Undeath while all the Knights with white cores were also being taken over.

When that happened, they died within seconds and a strange phenomenon caused their bodies to change for the worse.

The Paladin Champion had chosen to leave the Capital Knights building as it already had plenty of Knights to defend it.

She had sensed this strange spread of Undeath like a plague happen all over the city and thus chose to respond to places where there wasn't much help or none at all.

On top of this, she had left Gin and the others to handle the mess at the Capital Knights building because there was something else she sensed somewhere within the city releasing a terrifying amount of energy but staying still.

'What's it waiting for?' She thought. If that thing attacked, she was the only one who could deal with it.

Her timely arrival with Skullius allowed her to intervene before everything went to shit.

And intervene she did.

Elita had her eyes on all the areas that needed her attention within Eofel and she planned to reach them all!

A godly flash of golden light like a river flushed out of Elita as she became like the sun, her image attracting the attention of everything around!