Chapter 18: Liches' Lament
Khachi’s power had broken the Grave Tangle’s onslaught of death magic, but it had also drawn the attention of the undead army. Every undead on the field pivoted towards the Heirs, and Nathan caught sight of one of the tallest statues, carved to look like a wise old man, gesturing towards them with a staff made from a snake skeleton a hundred yards long.
Then Nathan hurriedly retracted his aura to avoid interfering with Stella’s attack. She’d taken the time he’d provided to charge a lightning capacitor and now fired a small laser into the center of the army.
It impacted the chest of one of the closer statues, doing nothing but blackening the stone on the sixty-foot statue of a cobra with hood flared. The lightning that followed close behind did more than that, shattering the top third of the statue in an explosion of dark magic. But the lightning didn’t end there, instead scything through every undead near the initial target zone as the raging electricity sought ground.
Farther down Aarl lashed out with giant swings of multiple weapons, cleaving through the press of undead as Khachi got back to his feet and began moving forward once more. The wolfman was glowing so brightly he was hard to look at, every piece of exposed fur standing on end and shining like fiber-optic.
Nathan accelerated forwards once more. He re-acquired the leftmost Grave Tangle as his target and beelined straight towards it. His aura billowed out as he used it to absorb the death magic from the undead below him. Many of them were humanoid and collapsed like puppets with cut strings, but some were monsters and put up more of a resistance. A herd of undead Nindine leapt at him, using the absurd jumps they’d had in life to attack instead of flee. He dodged the swarm of deer-like creatures and used his aura to swat them from the air.
My real role here is tank. I can take the hits better than my allies, and every moment they’re defending themselves is one they’re not killing the undead.
He burned Focus and used his skills to draw the attention of the entire battlefield, slowing his forward progress to get the enemies to stare at him and the circle of unmoving bodies below him. The statue of the old man shifted their staff to point directly at Nathan.
Visibility Control 4 achieved!
Nice. It helps that I’m flying, close and clearing a void in this cloud of dark magic.