Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 638: Operation Polar Winds : Part Forty-Three

Covering the bloody stump with her leaving hand, manifesting yet another spell-hex over it in the form of an unknown symbol to stop the bleeding, continuing to move around to avoid the incessant lightning bolts, she spotted Alkayne doing something knew, manifesting the necrotic lightning directly in his hand instead, compressing it down before throwing it through the air.

As demonstrated many times before, the dark variant of lightning did not bear the exact same capabilities as true lightning, it kept the shocking effect, but lost some of its blinding speed, it was still fairly fast in general, but nothing that could not be dodged as long as you were paying attention and being careful.

Compressed down and thrown in this manner, that bolt was certainly fast, but once again, not as fast as actual lightning, the problem here was that it was being thrown in tandem with the strikes coming from above and alongside cleaving blades of cold wind, there were barely any opening for Jormunal to initiate an attack of her own, and the occasions that she saw, felt more like deliberate feints from the zombie than anything else.

She tried to get him to stop or at least slow down by aligning with his own troops, but his attacks would dissipate before resulting in friendly fire, still, the living did not feel discontent, continuing on dodging and evading, weaving around each and every strike.

That behaviour confirmed that he would rather not damage his own allies, meaning that he probably wasn't attacking as fiercely as he could, and an enemy that was holding back was an opponent that was ripe to be defeated, fighting whilst not giving it its all was simply not a natural thing to do, even if undead, there would surely be something of a mistake caused by this that could be exploited somehow.

'That must be the impression I am giving, right?' her expression inscrutable, Jormunal was basically circling around the zombie, subtly getting closer and closer, which meant that it was getting more and more complicated to dodge, so she had to make concessions and allow blades of winds to nick and strike at her flesh, as it was the better alternative than potentially being shocked into place and made a sitting duck.

Her balance was off, especially on the ice, often having to crouch and use her remaining claws to properly change direction and stop herself from gathering more momentum, deep gashes were left upon the frozen ground, shards that were slowly melting stuck on the underside of her claws.

Thrusting her palm forward, the green hex seemed to shine, only to extinguish itself without accomplishing anything, no wind of any kind was produced, and Jormunal instead turned her hand around, revealing a hex on the backside that had definitely not been there moments ago, as though given a life of its own, the symbol pulled itself away from her skin, twisting and melding into the form of a serpentine shadow swirling through the air.

It would appear that she was finally decided to use a spell-hex the more traditional way and inflict an effect upon her opponent, with a swing of his halberd, the flat side of the axe-head swung first, causing a strong gust of chilly wind to wash over the snake-like hex.

The biting coldness contained within seemed potent enough to freeze and slow even something of this kind, but Jormunal simply motioned, as though trying to grab something from a distance, and the now skeletal arm that was still stuck through Alkayne suddenly trembled, dozens of hexes marring its surface, each of them instantly shining brightly, illuminated of red and green.

Engulfed by a large explosion that came from within, the underground area rumbled, the icy platform thrown into a severe state of imbalance as a good portion of it was destroyed by a powerful blast, both undead soldiers and golems lost their footings amidst the chaos, plenty dragged into the water below.

'That undead down here is still destroying my totems, I'll-' having maintained her position by sinking her claws into the ground, the white fur she wore was partially scorched black by the explosion.

Without understanding why, she felt compelled to suddenly move, instincts momentarily taking control as blade deeply infused with both cold and necrosis zoomed past her her, slicing right through one of her antlers, flying through the air for a short instant before being completely eaten away by the necrosis all the while being frozen to its core.

The living recoiled, having to focus everything she had on avoiding the same fate occurring to her actual head as this was spreading to it as well.

'By Dame-Sommer's grace…' feeling weak, Jormunal looked to the side '...How is he still fine after this?!'

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Although she knew that her claws were unnaturally sharp and powerful, that concentrated blast composed of so many hexes with her severed arm as sacrifice was nothing to scoff at, and it had gone off directly inside of him.

Yet, the zombie commander came out of it not looking much worse for wear than prior, in fact, only a small area seemed to have received damage, the hole through his stomach had definitely increased in size and bore marks of being scorched, but not nearly as much as it should have.

'Did he prevent the damage from spreading somehow? With his ability to create cold winds?-' her thought were cut short as the result of being struck by that blade was showing itself, even with her best efforts, necrosis was beginning to plague her deer-skull, only managing to halt its process when it had already eaten through a good portion and caused a wide chasm to form, not to mention the frost that had managed to seep in even further and weaken the integrity of her head as a whole, good thing that had been rendered to nothing more than an empty skull already, otherwise that would have killed her on the spot.

"Damnation…" she may not be dead, but that was clearly set to change very soon, one hasty move and Jormunal feared that her neck would snap on its own, although her head was distinct from the rest of her body and could technically be lost, that would still render her to a most vulnerable state, blind and deaf at the very least.

The fearsome blade responsible for the living's state was retracted, hiding back into the zombie prosthesis.

Looking up at Alkayne, the hex etched upon her forehead ceased emitting light, and fear gripped her heart.

Planting his halberd into the ice, he pulled out a black needle, appearing like formed out of some dark crystal, its mere appearance seemed capable of inflicting a deep sense of unease upon those who saw it.

"Jormunal, right? You're pretty strong, so do rise" offering his empty hand, the living was mortified but accepted the offer nonetheless was helped up to her feet.

"This crumbling body of yours, say farewell to it, for undeath promises an eternity of perfection" pulling her close, he stabbed the needle right through her chest and heart.

"And now… Rise- Rise, for that is our blessing"

Just like that, all of the golems suddenly ceased all movements, but it had nothing to do with the totem-hexes animating them stopping function all of a sudden.

It was merely that they no longer recognised the undeads as enemies.