Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 331 Fear The Night : Round Two

Unacunerra had thought in a lengthy manner about Rosemary and her particular mana trait, which was perfectly in tune with her elemental affinity, the mana she produced was already that of her element, meaning that if the skeleton mage made single mistake in the conversion of his energy, in the building of his spells, or in the casting, he would be outsped as his enemy could skip one of those steps entirely.

Most importantly about it, was when she unleashed her zone, converting the wild mana into her special trait, which while it could directly be used for her spells, was not simply an element, making it much harder to breakdown and convert into Unacunerra's earth, the undead did not possess a special trait, unlike her, unlike his king.

His sheer talent was not as great as them, so he had studied and prepared for this confrontation ahead of time, he had cooked up new spells and experimented, to create one that would be capable of both defending and attacking when infused upon his zone, crafted specifically to challenge Rosemary's zone, the basic plan was simple.

Manifest a zone that could hold more easily without requiring greater focus upon it, and using that lessened pressure, challenge Rosemary within the zone, and damage her to the point of forcing her spells to come undone whilst still standing inside his own zone.

To this end, he enacted multiple layers of his most powerful augmentation spell upon himself and his staff, lunging forward, wielding his catalyst like a quarter-staff, none could manipulate outer mana at the moment, the ambient energy torn between two sides, under no one's jurisdiction.

Swinging with intent to kill, the royal guard was met with resistance as Rosemary manifested a sword-shaped object moulded out of magma, thus horrendously blunt, but infused with powerful mana that set all that it touched aflame, both were very graceful and impressive with their movements, but clearly out of their depths even as they had both studied the matters of martial arts extensively, it was not their preferred method of delivering injuries, in this regard, both were much more prone to making mistakes.

A burning slash was left upon the undead's robe and some of his ribs, whilst he managed to graze Rosemary's head, absolutely shattering her ear, neither wavered just yet, and their mana went to work to heal their wounds.

Both of them were starting to use more complex spells that relied less on creating something directly, but rather, spells that acted as levers to force the surroundings to do something themselves, imbuing mana into the ground to shape it to their wills, which allowed for spells to exist for longer and lose less strength in the midst of the clashing zones.

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The ground rumbled, spikes of magma and earth rose from the soil, utilising the actual ground, they had to pay attention to where they were walking to avoid ridiculously falling over.

In this aspect, Unacunerra had the advantage for once, the rocky ground of the mountains was more in tune with his element than Rosemary's, especially since these mountains had been created by none other than himself in the first place, he had to sever his link with them to make them long standing and true mountains, but they still remembered their original master.

A thin spike lodged itself into the front of her ankle, the tip breaking off against the bone, gritting her teeth, slamming the flat side of her sword against the already cracked portion of Unacunerra's skull, both of their zones flickered for a split second, but neither let go, stepping away from one another, and in the end, both were left a bit weakened for a few moments, but it was still Rosemary that retained the most control, forcing the undead to stand still and focus on not being crushed.

The most simple plan was not working.

'Well then…' if the first plan did not go as expected, then it was time to move on to the next, striking the ground with his staff, sending a rumble through the mountain.

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One thing that the living should be keep on noting over and over again, was that despite the many powerful individuals death had under its service, like an ant colony, it was a collective, all tightly linked to one another, under the rule of The Prince Of Death, even the weakest of the dead had a purpose in the eternal empire.

Under the dark of the king's sun, none were to be left purposeless, and as such, the rock turned swampy, Rosemary reacted nearly instantly, a wide area became goopy, and from which, a lustrous staff first poked out of the strange mattern follow by head adorned with long black hair, the face and elongated arms that followed deathly pale.

Upper body resting upon a tangled mass of black, tar-like rot and bone, like a most vile lamia, lifting himself up high, this undead's decrepit tail was long, bending and weaving, back arched, coming slamming down staff first, a surge of dark mana spreading over the surroundings.

Rosemary recognised him as a minor lord, one that had kept himself lowkey, never acting much, his capabilities were rather unknown, apart from his most revolting appearance and androgynous upper half, she had to look at him intently to decipher what he was doing there.

Was he actually powerful enough to be of aid here? She sensed that his overall strength was not as impressive as Unacunerra's, but as the royal guard took back his earlier hold over the clashing zones, Ridfoirn did his part.

"Zone!" shouting with his chest, his own zone laid over the previous two, but only entered into conflict with the living's, it seemed like two two undeads had taken time to learn how to work in unison.

Ridfoirn was not a simple sorcerer either, unlike the royal guard, he had no elemental affinity, but did have a special energy trait, his mana was dark and felt damp, like eels crawling over her back.

'It's corruptive' looking at what had happened to the ground the mana had touched, she had to allot more of her attention toward keeping her zone going, it was a two against one now, and one of them had gone full offence with mana that broke apart all that it touched.

Moving to strike Ridfoirn, she was stopped as Unacunerra got in the way, the minor lord sinking back into the ground, he would not even do anything else, extending his zone was enough, it was weak on its own, at least compared to Rosemary's, but backing the royal guard's, it was most devastating.

"Round two" Unacunerra tapped his staff against the bony palm, right as Slotriig landed behind her back.