Chapter 41 - 40: Breaking the Warlord
"You think destroying my soldiers will save you?"
Belric’s voice echoes through the marble hall as spectral energy flows into his staff from fallen ghost warriors. Each absorption makes the weapon glow brighter, pulsing with accumulated power from ancient battlefields.
Blood trickles from cuts across his face where Leon’s assassin zombie found her mark with a thrown knife . But his eyes burn with renewed fury as he channels the stolen essence through bone and sinew.
Leon’s warrior zombie struggles against cursed chains that erupted from cracked floor stones. The spectral bonds writhe like living things, tightening with each attempt to break free. Ancient metal links forged in wars forgotten by history.
"These chains bound kings and champions," Belric says, raising his staff overhead. "Your puppet won’t escape them."
The staff strikes marble with thunderous impact. Cracks spider outward from the point of contact, sending tremors through the guild hall’s foundation. Dust rains from vaulted ceilings as the building groans.
Leon’s assassin zombie spins to face new threats materializing around her. Perfect copies of herself emerge from pooled shadows, each one wielding identical blades with identical skill. The mirror match begins instantly, steel ringing against steel in a deadly dance of equals.
Leon draws Shadow-edge and charges through the chaos. Dark mana flows along the blade’s edge as he closes distance with the commander.
Belric sees him coming. Power surges through the old warrior’s frame as he channels the strength of a war elephant into his fist. Muscles bulge beneath his cloak. Bones creak with supernatural force.