Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"I can imagine it clearly… First, he attempts to block the way and waste as much time as possible, a foolish decision to begin with, even if this place overflows with life still, fighting a battle of attrition with us, scions of eternity is naught but madness…"

"...Secondly, he wished to fight in the manner they always preferred, a head-on confrontation, they did relatively good considered the advantage we held over them, but still, it was their loss in the end, none of my strongest were defeated, and all the troops that were, have simply gone back to the king's divine beast…"

"...Thirdly, they tried out a method wholly unfamiliar to them, even with their best efforts and will, it was like trying to teach a wild gorilla how to negotiate peace with chimpanzees, it simply was an activity much too complicated to start with, so they made plenty of mistakes that they never even considered…"

"...Now, I predict that they will try to get closer to their roots, not go back to them, mind you, simply try to marry the combat they so dearly adore, with the underhanded tactics they despise so much…"

Leaning closer to a small device resembling a medallion, its surface inscribed with a convoluted sigil holding a small crystal in its center.

"What about you Horhir, how are things going on your end?" Ourlst asked, although the current situation in the Southern Shores was much different from how he had imagined it, there was no doubt that he was the one holding the cards right now, Alisart Cleavster was more flexible than he had first appeared, but his people were not, a master conductor dealing with an amateur orchestra could only do so much.

"Well, what can I say, I am still digging for now- The digging and mining crew is exceptionally fast and efficient with their work, but the easterners have hidden much too deep underground, it seems like the range of their teleportation is either enormous, or it can only teleport to a designated location…" the right hand extended his darkness awareness into the pit being dug, Ghatr and his workers were even making a staircase to go along with the whole thing, without slowing progress down as the ones doing the latter were a separate group from the diggers.

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"...I am getting closer though, and as for Tilmiel and the nightbirds, they are still searching the depths of the ravines in the Western Cliffs… It does not count as progress for our conquest, but ores and intel on the deep sludge are rolling in at least"

"I am certain it does count, better knowledge of the continent is essential in our advancement- I only have a flower and some bovines here"

The right and left hand exchanged a few more words, more-so sharing whatever they had learned, the two were especially curious about the meals of the feasters, as unlike the south's orderly ranks, the west's transplantation or the north's pyromancy, it could be easily shared with others.

Their feasts required commitment, but the meals on the other hand, just anyone seemed capable of using them to their best effects, it was reminiscent of scrolls with spells pre-loaded upon them.

As that peculiar food had caused unexpected problems for both of the knight lieutenants, but they still knew little about it, and it seemed like there was no good way of countering their usage, unlike a pre-loaded spell that would be easy to dismantle as the user would have no real connection to the mana, there was nothing to take apart here.

"What about Cleavster's orderly ranks? Have you managed to glean some details concerning it?"

"Not anything beyond General Loimos's own observations, if we could get a hold of it, the power of the vanguard would soar through the roof, but I fear that we will require to nearly completely defeat their army to get a good look at the inner workings of it" understanding the manners in which the people of this land accumulated power was also instrumental, not only to better defeat them, but also to satiate the king's thirst for knowledge.

The conversation soon came to an end, the left hand walking up to a nearby window, which was just a hole in the wall.

Looking up at the paling sun, just in time as an undead arrived into the room, perfectly on time, as always.

"How long until our night's sky takes over completely?" he asked the Moon-Lit Knightess, having noticed that progress had come to a halt.

"My astrologers alone are not strong enough to take over this sky, its sun and other celestial bodies are rather reluctant to coming under our control, my apologies, we could have brought about the true dark if any of us had managed to learn how to control his majesty's eclipse ability, or at least managed to imitate it a bit, but unfortunately, of the heavenly bodies, it is far harder to get a grasp than the rest…" responded Sari, even she had not managed manifest the power of the sun of darkness, and so far, no other sun of this kind had arisen.

"...To answer your question however, I would say that it will probably take two more months to completely subjugate Belliste's sky, one if we truly only focus on bringing the sun to lightlessness, should we do so?"

"No need, continue as you are doing right now, we will simply not rely on darkness" as of now, day only lasted for eight hours, sunlight grew weaker and weaker whilst night had become pitch black.

So much so that Sari could probably bask under the sun without her silver armour and not be burned to crisps.

With this in mind, Ourlst dismissed the vampiress and lit a torch of Loimosfire that stood right beside the window to his office, serving as a clear indication for the undeads standing by.

'Let's lure them out'

As soon as the flame was lit, small groups formed and went to scour the great plains beyond the farmlands, walking the narrow path traversing small woods and forest, beasts, soldiers and knights, even the headhunters in black changed their behaviour.

The left hand felt confident in the strategy Alisart Cleavster would decide to use now, after all, there was little else for the warking to do other than try to thin out the herd little by little.

'Unfortunately for you Cleavster, Sir Loimos had taught everything we needed to know, what you are coming up with, what you are first setting foot into has already been taught and understood by the whole of the vanguard'

Sitting behind his desk, the black knight simply needed to wait now.