The Genesis Of A Necromancer

"That's where the command lies. Destroy it, and the undead will fall. But don't think it'll be easy. The body was designed to endure—even without me in it," Erebus warned, his voice grim and weighted with the gravity of the task ahead.

Jack snorted, his determination blazing like a firestorm in his eyes. "Fine. Shatter the skull, huh? Guess I'll just have to make it happen."

Without waiting for further instructions, Jack surged forward, his body a blur of motion as shadowy energy wrapped around him, coiling like a protective serpent. The battlefield roared in defiance beneath him, the relentless tide of undead clawing and thrashing as if sensing their impending doom.

High above the chaos, Jack locked eyes with the skeletal titan seated atop its throne of bones. For a brief moment, time seemed to still. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Then its hollow eye sockets erupted with an ominous, blood-red glow. The titan stirred, its ancient bones grinding like rusted machinery, and an unearthly growl echoed through the desolate air. Slowly, it rose, towering above the battlefield like a monument of death. Its throne collapsed beneath its weight, the scattered bones rattling like a macabre symphony.

"So, this is what I'm up against," Jack muttered, gripping his blade tightly. A wicked grin spread across his face, masking the tension coiling in his chest. "Let's do this."

The skeletal behemoth let out a deafening roar, the sound shaking the very ground beneath Jack's feet. At its command, the surrounding undead surged with newfound vigor, their movements now synchronized like soldiers obeying an unseen general.

Jack wasted no time. He shot forward like a bullet, his blade angled to strike the titan's skull. But the creature moved with unexpected speed, its massive arm sweeping through the air in a wide arc.

Jack twisted mid-flight, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow as he landed on the titan's shoulder. The undead clawed at him from below, their brittle fingers reaching desperately for his legs.

The titan's skeletal hand reached up to swat him away, but Jack darted along its spine with agility born of desperation. His blade flashed as he sliced through the smaller undead clinging to the titan's back like parasites, their brittle bodies shattering into shards of bone.

As Jack neared the skull, the glow in the titan's eyes intensified, pulsating with lethal energy.

"Careful!" Erebus barked in his mind. "It's channeling energy!"

Before Jack could react, twin beams of dark energy shot from the titan's eyes, carving smoking trenches into the battlefield below. He leaped off its back just in time, flipping through the air as the beams seared past him.

"Great. It's got a death laser. Because why not?" Jack quipped, landing deftly on the ground.

"You're wasting time!" Erebus snapped, irritation crackling in his voice. "That thing isn't going to wait for you to figure out a strategy!"

Jack's mind raced as he analyzed the battlefield. The titan's movements were slow but devastating, and its ability to command the undead made it a relentless force. Getting close was a gamble, but staying at a distance wasn't an option either.

"Erebus," Jack said, dodging another swipe from the titan's massive arm. "Can your essence still disrupt its control over the undead?"

"For a short time, yes," Erebus admitted reluctantly. "But it'll weaken me—and you—significantly."

"Do it," Jack commanded, his voice firm and resolute.

Erebus hesitated, then sighed. "You'd better not die, mortal."

A wave of dark energy rippled outward from Jack, its sheer force momentarily halting the undead in their tracks. The skeletal minions staggered, their movements becoming sluggish and disjointed.

"Now's my chance," Jack muttered, sprinting forward.

He zigzagged through the battlefield, evading the titan's attacks with fluid precision. The skeletal behemoth swung its arm in a desperate attempt to crush him, but Jack was already beneath it. He leaped onto its ribcage, using the jagged bones as footholds to climb higher.

The titan roared in frustration, its entire frame shaking violently as it tried to dislodge him. Jack held on, his fingers digging into the cold, unyielding bone.

As he reached the base of its skull, he raised his blade high, his muscles coiled with tension.

"Shatter, huh?" he said through gritted teeth. "Let's see how you like this!"

With all his strength, Jack drove his blade into the titan's skull. A deafening crack echoed across the battlefield as the bone splintered under the force of his strike. But as he pressed deeper, a metallic luster spread across the fractured surface, halting his blade.

"What the hell?" Jack growled, his grip tightening on the hilt. The resistance was unlike anything he'd encountered before.

"It's a defense mechanism," Erebus said, his voice tinged with regret. "I placed it there to deter divine beings from destroying the body while I was away."

Jack cursed under his breath, diving away as the titan's massive hand swatted at him. He landed a safe distance away, hovering mid-air, but the titan wasn't done. It raised its skeletal hand, summoning a sphere of dark, corrupted energy that pulsed with malevolence.

Jack's eyes widened as the sphere hurtled toward him. He dodged at the last second, the energy grazing him and leaving a cold, crawling sensation in its wake.

"That's corruption," Jack muttered, recognizing the sinister power. He'd used a similar energy before, but this felt darker—more primal.

The sphere collided with a ghostly figure that had been approaching Jack from behind. The ghost shrieked as the corruption consumed it, its ethereal form disintegrating into nothingness.

"The only way to pierce that defense is with godly energy," Erebus said grimly. "You'd have the power if we completed the merging, but right now, it's impossible. And that thing won't give us the time to finish."

Jack clenched his fists, frustration bubbling inside him. But then, an idea struck him. His eyes darted across the battlefield, searching for a specific figure.

"It can work with her," Jack said under his breath, his gaze locking onto a distant point.

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Since Jack's arrival, the tides of the battle had shifted. The team had made significant progress, cutting down the undead army's numbers, yet the battlefield still resembled a scene out of a nightmare. Despite their best efforts, the skeletal hordes seemed endless, their ranks bolstered by dark energies that clung to the air like poison.

The bonded servants—Gale, Kurt, Magomon, and Missy—fought valiantly, their stamina fueled by their immortal essence. But even they were on the brink of collapse, their forms battered and struggling to hold together.@@novelbin@@

Gale stood firm, though several deep scratches marred his usually pristine armor. His sword carved through an onslaught of skeletal soldiers, each swing radiating precision and power.

Kurt, however, looked far worse. One arm dangled at an unnatural angle, yet he refused to retreat. Beside him, Magomon and Missy battled in a grim rhythm, their movements growing slower with every passing second.

Jack's gaze swept across the battlefield, searching for the one person he needed most. Then he saw her—a beacon amidst the chaos.

"Alisha!" Jack's voice tore through the cacophony of battle, sharp and urgent.

Alisha turned, her face drenched in sweat, her exhaustion evident. Her robes were torn, and a faint tremor ran through the hands that gripped her staff. Still, her eyes flared with irritation at the interruption.

"What is it?" she snapped, her voice edged with frustration.

Jack didn't flinch. "Summon the Heaven's Spear! If we crack the head of that beast, we win!"

Alisha hesitated, the weight of his words settling over her like a shroud. Her reserves were nearly depleted—her body screamed for rest, and the dull ache in her chest told her she'd already pushed past her limits.

'I'm running low on mana,' she thought, her grip tightening on her staff. Her lips trembled for a moment as she considered her options. 'But if he's certain... I only need to push a little further.'

"Alright!" she shouted, steeling herself. Winth mana control she ascended into the air, rising above the churning sea of skeletons below.

Raising her hands skyward, she began to chant, her voice resonating with an ancient power. The crown upon her head flared to life, emitting a radiant golden light that filled the cavern like the first rays of dawn.

"My lady—" Nephris, her bonded familiar, started to protest, but Alisha cut her off sharply.

"Nephris, hold your tongue! I know what I'm doing!"

A massive rune materialized behind her, spinning slowly as threads of divine energy coalesced into its center. The golden light poured down in beams, purging the undead below in a blinding blaze. Their hollow shrieks echoed as they disintegrated, their forms reduced to nothingness under the holy light.

The rune opened like a celestial gate, and from its center emerged the tip of a gleaming spear. Slowly, it revealed its full form, its presence exuding an aura of absolute power.

"Heaven's Spear, descend!" Alisha's voice boomed across the battlefield, commanding attention as the weapon surged forth.

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