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Scores of undead minions roamed aimlessly within the perimeters of the graveyard, longing hungrily for more living individuals to fall prey to them. Thick green moss and other growths glued high up the cracks walls, the uneven ground littered with decaying organisms. Crooked tombstones that marked the deaths of countless households before the grand kingdom was cursed lay strewn unceremoniously over the harsh land, disrespecting the dead.
But disrespect did not existed in Glast Heim now. Animated corpses walked the damned, foul kingdom, whatever memories they had about their lives before their deaths were no more; the only purpose of these empty husks were now mere guarding and fighting machines acting under the lord of the monumental graveyard, the unforgiving Dark Lord. A thick greenish fog drifted and hung over the graveyard, adding to the damnation of this land.
Standing at the edge of the graveyard and staring into the deep maroon skies was the Dark Lord. Streaks of purple lightning flashed across the sky occasionally, while the skeletal lord dismissed a zombie guard commander. Apparently he reported that the graveyard minions had spotted signs of a superior traversing these lands.
'Not only have you improved skill-wise, I see your boldness had just passed beyond the point,' the Dark Lord thought about the intruder.
The bemused lord turned and pointed a bony finger at a wraith protector near him.
"Get some numbers together with yourself. Make sure he doesn't get out alive."
The wraith screeched in response, and floated off to carry out the undisputed lord's orders. The Dark Lord continued staring at the skies, silently admiring the multi-coloured lightning streaking across the sky. His black cape fluttered from the chilling wind, the flaming red orbs in his sockets flared suddenly. The skeletal lord hovered above a dark aura shimmering underneath him, and extended a skinny hand. Lumps of mud from the ground began floating into the air, and it formed into a mud figure whose body frame was identical to that of his.
Bright green bolts of thunder struck the mud figure, then the mud replica came to life. The freshly summoned Dark Illusion knelt before its creator in deference, offering his services willingly.
"Unless you have wishes of me reducing you back to what you were, seek him and present me his head without fail," Dark Lord rasped.
The Dark Illusion rose, and disappeared into the greenish fog.
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Abyss stood a few yards outside the graveyard, his mind churning and twisting to make out the coordinates of the St Abbey church, and the fiends that lived there. The corners of his lips curled into a sneer as he had found what he was seeking.
The proximity of the Abyss Knight to the superior within the graveyard had already gave the ebony knight the knowledge that surely a demon had seen him. He was supposed to be panicking, frantic that the lone knight would not be able to handle the minions of Dark Lord, who was very likely to send teeming demons at him as of this moment. But something becoming more succinct in his mind nullified the anxiety. Something that would cause a devastating, yet epic battle of the very two superiors manning the damned Glast Heim kingdom…
What have you inspected?
Abyss recognized the telepathic voice echoing in his thoughts. He could faintly hear noises of something being munched…
Nothing in particular. What about you?
No sign of the clumsy goat so far. Only loads of his juniors. Speaking of Baphomet Juniors, I'm savouring one now!
Abyss blocked off the telepath link between the two, for the crunching noise of Storm's meal disturbed his thoughts. The culmination of Glast Heim would come to an end not too far in the future… in fact very soon.
Abyss stalked off the graveyard and headed to the St Abbey church, which was just as corrupted. Evil Druids fuelled the unholiness of the church, while Whispers floated about in slight invisibility. Abyss pushed open the door filled with algae, and a couple of Whispers greeted him directly. The ebony knight sliced off the two spirits resisting his entrance to the church, an Evil Druid flew behind them. With the two Whispers dissipated, Abyss plunged his sword through the druid. His satisfaction raised as more of the church demons fell, which also meant that his plots were proceeding well so far.
Pulling out an object that looked like a black flask, he uncorked it, and the numerous corpses and dissipated Whispers were sucked into the flask continuously. Almost all the undead in the church were slain. A piercing whistle sounded as the last vestiges of dead demons vanished into the black flask, leaving trails of purple smoke clouding the flask opening. Abyss smiled to himself as he pushed the cork back into the opening.
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The blue knight threw away the Baphomet Junior and reached for his side, and found nothing. Storm swore as he remembered that his storm blade had been lost since a few days ago during their Prontera invasion. Reaching his hands to the dagger Abyss loaned him instead, he brought his round shield up as he waited for the inevitable. The shaft of the great Baphomet's scythe thumped against the floor as he followed the scent of an encroaching superior.
Storm wanted to pass a telepathic signal to his comrade, but he suddenly remembered that Abyss had blocked him out, and secondly the spot where he was hiding would become obvious to the Baphomet, since communicating through telepathy would make his presence even more distinct. Nevertheless, the great Baphomet mocked mentally at the stupidity of the intruder, for the goat demon sensed tremendous power permeating when Storm passed a message to Abyss before he was blocked out of the ebony knight's thoughts. The goat-like superior was well-aware of Storm's hideout…
The air seemed to ripple as the fuming Baphomet saw his junior brethrens eaten up with bones remaining behind. Readying his scythe, Baphomet slammed his weapon round the corner of a wall. Storm pulled back his shield and ducked just in time to see the massive scythe break off a chunk of the wall, otherwise he suspected that his shield might have been smashed into smithereens if he utilized it instead.
Storm's white eyes flared a bright light as a magical energy surged through his body, the incantations to a spell ready on his snout. The air started to crackle as purple bolts of lightning materialized, and slowly the bolts grew in terms of size and power. Smaller bolts of purple lightning branched off from the main bolt and struck at Baphomet randomly, charring his furry mane. As if to let Storm have a taste of his own medicine, the great goat superior conjured a sphere of raging flames, and hurled it towards Storm.
The fireball burst into sparks as Storm's shield deflected the magic. Forming another spell, he extended a finger –and the ground trembled furiously. The tremor cracked the castle floors, certain plots of earth jutting up. A gale together with a few twisters had the debris swirling madly in a wild dance of death, the bits and pieces of jagged stones scratching the goat, but it did not blow him off his feet. Baphomet extended the scythe at Storm's chest, but the round shield came knocking it off, warding off harm for the second time.
The red nose of Storm wriggled in anticipation for the Intelligence Trait. If he was to suck in whatever amount the Baphomet possess, the effect of his spells were going to be greatly fuelled without the least effort. This notion was the main drive behind Storm's attacks. Even though he put up his shield, the Baphomet acted faster. The goat superior bashed the blue knight in the face, sending him sprawling on the ground, dazed. His body ached with utter pain from the potent bash, his already red nose turning into a deeper shade of red. Blood marred his snout.
Baphomet leaned his scythe against the wall, preparing to teach the impudent knight for intruding his grounds and inflicting these deep scratches on him. Fissures opened up upon the the goat superior's command, hot lava pouring out of the cracks to burn the knight. Storm screamed as the flaming liquid seared his body and his bestial head. His agony was further intensified when thick jets of fire shot up from the fissures at random, rendering the knight unable to put up any form of defence. A conflagration was created following the destructive spell, leaving Storm to die in the middle of the flames, drowning out the horrifying howls…