Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 330 Fear The Night : Mountain And Volcano

Rising from the ground, the sea of undead soldiers parted, pillars of condensed earth rising and moulding into the shape a singular structure, an immense mass of solid earth turned to stone, upon its high peak, a hollow circle stood, earthen mana gathered upon its center, casting an ungodly amount of spikes, like a rain of arrow shot by an army of infinite numbers, the countless spells shot out in the form of a spiral, striking against the barrier, exploding into shrapnel of mud, trying to seep in between the cracks.

Upon this circle spanning dozens of meters in width, two figures were standing in await, one in robes, one in heavy armour, rocky staff in hand, longsword resting upon the shoulder, a shine of brownish and metal grey flames nestling within empty sockets.

Like a platform of pure iron bending under a weight much too great, Slotriig's hums were most uncomfortable on the ear, tapping his staff upon the stone below his feet, Unacunerra's old bones cracked even as he stood still, staring intently at the incoming brightness, igniting the king's divine night with furious flames filled with vigour.

Within just a few seconds of erecting his grand spell, the royal guard saw a mass of fire heading his way, crashing into the great pillar, setting the mana ablaze with prejudice, The Earthen Catastrophe's greatest opponent to this day, The Volcano Witch, Rosemary.

The Hero-Slayer let himself fall right back down to the ground, whilst his fellow royal guard remained floating in place, minuscule particles of earth supporting his weight in the air, he walked at this altitude as though the air itself was his domain to walk upon.

"Mongrel living" he raised his arms.

"It is a pleasure, to meet again"

Rosemary floated up to his level, the two glorious mages facing one another from a distance much too close taking in consideration their occupations as spell casters, the woman did not bother to give him a response, both analysed the other for an instant, like two squirrels evaluating the quality of an acorn.

If one squirrel was dead and the other was on fire, of course.

But it was suspicious, she could not be too certain of her capacities, certain undeads could have the capabilities to hide from view, there were also the Fin-Limiers that could be lurking around.

Well, all were welcome to try stepping in.

"Zone" both spoke in a calm manner, Rosemary had already understood that the royal guard was the same zone user she had encountered a while back, both of them already held some familiarity with the other's ultimate mastery, both could be said to be at their peaks, only a great event could push them higher, that, or forming a new zone with another element or with another energy, but that was something neither considered.

Their proficiency laid in their one element, with which they held an affinity that left all else in the dust.

This time around, they both went all in, extending the range they controlled to the maximum possible, in an attempt to get a slight edge on the other, giving free reign upon even a small area, where the other could not fight back.

'On par'

'Exactly the same'

Both extended their reach to its maximum, and somehow, down to the exact millimeters, they were equal, without lingering on this, they pulled their zone back in, condensing it for greater power in a small area.

No longer floating up in the air, their feet firmly planted upon the ground, both had prepared for this confrontation.

Taking everyone and everything into account, Rosemary was the only one left to take care of Unacunerra and Unacunerra was the only one that made sense to face Rosemary.