>>5865593You rush outside, kicking off the ground and soaring into the air, flying over the village and by your home, reaching out and using your crystal magic summon your great sword and staff to your hands as you fly past. As you do, cresting the mountain you see a massive army of undead have already gathered, all radiating with sinister power. But it's not simple necromancy, no. This energy feels familiar, almost.... Divine.
“What the hell is this?” you mutter while studying the rapidly-swelling undead army from the air, only for a sickening beam of inky darkness to fire up from the ground at you. Which is easy enough for you to dodge, following the beam back down to see a tall, gaunt figure with a finger extended while a floating, what can only be described as a ball of rotting flesh with eyes on stalks, the being radiating with necromantic power. But behind the two stands a red-cloaked, masked figure who vanishes as you see them. Seems that you have another undead to hunt down, after this is over. Stupid vampire. But then you see something else, something far, FAR more worrying. There, behind the tall, gaunt figure flies a flag. One with an emblem that makes your blood run cold. On the flag is a purple hexagon with a crown-wearing skull, the emblem you recognize from your study of Jergal's Tome to be that of the god of necromancy.
“Velsharoon.” you mutter darkly, immediately recognizing the threat and calling down in your most authoritative tone. “You, servant of Velsharoon! State your business with this village!”
“My business is not with this pitiful gathering of pretenders, but with you, Reaper!” the tall, gaunt figure says, pointing the staff with a skull on the end at you, then extending a finger holding the staff at you. Then, before you can react, everything becomes pain. While writhing in absolute agony, the pain unbearable and causing you to nearly lose consciousness, a small, calculating part of your mind recognizes the attack as the same one Milha uses on your father repeatedly for him to train his pain resistance against her curses: Finger of Death. The experience is agonizing, but after several seconds it ends, you opening your eyes. And glaring down at the Velsharoon devotee, who seems stunned that you're still alive, much less conscious. “What?!”
“My turn.” you reply, attaching your staff onto your back over the shoulder with a small crystal cluster, then raise your left hand overhead. You take a deep breath, focusing as you start drawing out your REAL power. You pour more and more ki into your attack, quickly forming a ball of energy as big around as your parents' home on New Salda, the attack you'd learned from Freeza blazing with power.
