It watched her, as she moaned and twisted, using its scythe as a means of support. For a five-year-old, it was thought that she was doing well in absorbing the chaotic energies of the world. With a gasp, she shot up, ignoring the pain of the wound reopening. Her breath was ragged as it forced her back down to the earth, her wound healing rapidly as she lay down. Its hand touched her new eyes and marvelled at her multicoloured pupils.

"Can you See?" She nodded, and it hummed. "Touch me," It commanded, and was disappointed when her hand touched its robes.

"I'm delighted that you can see the physical again," It said gently as it brought her to her feet. "But I wanted to know if you could See," She looked at it puzzled, and it explained. "When you can See, you can see concepts," Its hand touched her chest, and she gasped as she felt it go through, feeling the hand grasping something she couldn't live without. "When you can see concepts, you can touch them, when you can touch them, you can change it for better, or for worse. Such is the power of discord, of chaos, and I will teach you how to do this," Its hand left her chest, and she sighed in relief before she looked at it in excitement. "Will you teach me this? How to See?"

It chuckled and patted her hair. Unbidden, a memory emerged, of him touching another one of his mistress' children like this. "It is my duty you teach you, and I will do it with glee,"

You have rested on some furs!

All status effects are removed!

I blinked, and the voices died down as I rose from my contraption. I coughed as I felt something try to squeeze the air out of me. I looked down, to see red hair of Wanda.

"You're alive!" I grunted and nodded. She pulled back, eying me critically before she asked, "Can you walk?" I nodded, as she yanked me out of the furs. "Come on, the Elders wish to see you," She dragged me through a tunnel made of branches and leaves, to a war council room, with twenty-four seats and a rectangular table with a small world in the centre, each filled with a person far more powerful than I. Dorrin nodded at me, and I made to nod back but Wanda bowed.

"So," Started a dirty man with a long black beard and grey eyes. An Observe showed him to be the Water Elemental, Garon Mithos. "This is him, the one who destroys the Rotten with a touch," He hummed, "Mortality clings to him, like an overprotective elven mother,"

"That is because he is human," Dorrin answered, and the Elves and Elementals glanced at each other.

"You seem to have a knack for retrieving humans, my Knight," Said Titania, her hair tied into a bun as she looked at me, clothed in silver armour. "This one much more dangerous than the last," Dorrin frowned, and made to say something, but murmurs of an agreement had him keep silent. She turned to me, her green eyes boring into my own, and I felt pressure in my head.

Gamer's Mind has repulsed Titania!

"Much, more dangerous," She mused, her eyes holding a curious glint as she turned to Dorrin, who looked as if he swallowed a lemon.

"What is your name child?" enquired one, her voice melodious to my ears, tempting me to say it, say my name. Every seemed blurred, and I could hear her voice in my mind, repeatedly, every syllable dragging me deeper and deeper into answering her question.

"Graecus," I answered, and I blinked, gaining a sudden clarity. I looked at her, her hair a long curly blond and her eyes green as Titania's warily, before giving them all that wary look. Would all of them try to influence or mind-raid me?

"Graecus is not a name," Rumbled one, his blond hair short as he looked at me sharply. Green eyes also, but he was not as muscled as Dorrin or Mithos. He was a lean fit person, and on his head was a Laurel. "It is an insult made by my people for our most ingenious enemies, the Greeks,"

Is that… "Julius Caesar?"I blurted out in surprise. He nodded, his face set into a scowl. "Graecus is not your name, is it?" I gave a smile, a bit shocked that Julius Caesar, was in my Zombie World, and….a Zombie.

"You're a zo-Rotten," He raised a brow, but nodded. "I was turned by The Winter King centuries ago in an exchange for servitude. He made me immortal, but when I refused to let him rule my empire, and he found out I made his mark of servitude and immortality just a mark of immortality, he cursed me," He raised his hand, and ever so slowly, I saw how the fingers seem to age inexplicably, how the skin shrivelled and wrinkled, how the healthy fingers, holding a healthy pale, now a sickly grey.

"A simple, illusion to fool the masses and myself," He said, his voice turning from a sharp, commanding bite to a hoarse, tired tone. "Very useful for my pride," He murmured, his blue eyes watching his dried and zombified hand with disgust.

"Milord Caesar, if we may get into the reason for this meeting," One requested, and he waved him off, his hand reverting into its healthy hue.

"Boy, it has come to Lord Dorrin's notice that you can permanently put these Rotten down. We need proof of this," A wave of his hand, and vines collapsed from the ceiling, holding a raging zombie, who eyed Wanda with hatred and hunger. Shouts ensued.

"You know that the Winter King can see from their eyes and you bring one into our sanctuary!? Are you mad?!" Titania roared. The Elemental, David, waved his hand, and the vines receded, leaving the zombie free to launch itself at her. I found myself standing in front of it, watching as it skidded to a halt, the hate simmering down as it adopted a docile look in front of me.

Against my will, I found my hand touching the zombie's chest. I winced, relieving the knight's memories as she faded into ashes in my palm.

"My, my," Breathed Caesar as he watched. "Complete death. How astounding,"

You have freed a zombie!

+4 EXP!

"He will change the tide of the war" Started one, before an icicle speared through the vines and rapidly spread. Dorrin move, his sword out and glowing ominously as he slashed.

The world exploded in heat and cold.

-100 HP!

I groaned, my hands pushing a few vines off my body as I refocused. The Winter King stood in all his glory, a few levels 1 and 5 zombies.

"Fabian, when I saw you snatch a Rotten and not kill it but bring it to a council meeting I thought you mad. Still, I must thank you for it," He turned to Titania and smiled. "It let bring me to see your beautiful face again," She sneered, her sword unsheathing as stakes flew at him. It was the signal to attack.

Dorrin emerged from the ice, sword-burning zombies as he made his way to the Winter King. Red mist filled the area, and several zombies collapsed. Caesar unsheathed a sword and casually dispatched any zombies that stood in his way. The wind screamed and raged, and the earth rumbled, as a man and a woman danced, zombie heads flying, and bodies disappearing as she severed heads and he, punched his way through their chest.

Lightning covered my form as I leapt, ice swords in my hand as I made my way to the Winter King, who seemed content with merely dodging Titania's jabs and parrying her wooden stakes. I dodged a flying zombie as I jumped over a flying branch, my eyes on the Winter King as he spun, deflecting Dorrin's slash and retaliating with a slash of his own. He scoffed as the red mist streaked up to him, and with a loud exhale, froze it in a column of ice. I jumped, my blade cleaving for his neck and he spun and grabbed it, his face puzzled.

"Ice, that wouldn't listen to me?" He muttered as he flung me aside. The air responded to my call and with a whisper from its silent lips, my sword was arcing for his neck. It shattered on contact, and I spun again, my other ice blade deflecting his sword.

-200MP!

Sharingan Activated!

His movements were now slower to me, I summoned another ice blade, and spun, his blade whistling past me as my ice sword made contact and promptly shattered. I sucked my teeth and ducked, the blade whistling past my head as I was introduced to his knee.

-100 HP!

"Annoying," He sneered as he batted me away, into a crowd of zombies. They roared, their arms touching mine and I screamed as they turned into ashes, the experiences flashing through my eyes. Suddenly, they paused, before they all lunged towards me.

I found myself amidst the ashes of zombies, a hand wrapped around my throat. The Winter King stood with me, ice trapping me with him as the ashes fell to the floor. His face was set in a scowl as he looked at me and I knew there was nothing to be said. He was going to kill me.

But not if I kill him first.

-1200 CP used!

-100 CP!

I broke out of his chokehold and delivered a brutal right kick to his side. He flew into the wall. Lightning suffused my palm as I shot forward, arm extended as ready to pierce his chest. He rolled to the side and I ripped my hand away from the ice and followed him.

A column of smoke abruptly appeared, And I leaned backwards, his sword, whistling past my eyes as I drop to the floor, his body slamming into his ice wall. He grunted, his sword's tip embedding itself into the earth as he glared at me.

I lunged at him, lightning suffusing my entire form as my fist clashed against his sword, wincing as my blood dripped to the floor. Moving my hips, I kicked him in the side again, and he went through the ice wall and slammed into the earth. The Icebox broke as Dorrin came down upon him like a raging mother, his sword burning as it came down. I ran towards them, zombies now burning or scarred bodies on the floor to see ice like statue of the Winter King, its head decapitated and melting, Dorrin's sword in the middle of its neck and the rest of its body as he looked on with a hint of amusement.

"Clever trickery," He murmured as he retook his blade from the melting body. "As expected," A hand grabbed roughly me by the shoulder and I turned to see Titania staring at me.

"Dispose of the bodies," She ordered, shoving me near a pile of carcasses as she did so. "The rotten only stays down for a few minutes. Soon we'll be fighting them again,"

"Not just them," Caesar said as he came at us, and tossed a dead werewolf in our direction. "Their friends are coming to play,"

A/N

Yeah well, boom! Another day, another shit chapter. The next chapter will have a time skip in it because I want to get to canon soon, like before chapter 14. To the guy that likes to tell me to kill myself, after you cunt.

Anyways,

Well. I like Cole now...which means you're probably gonna kill him

-Remzal Von Enili

...he was scheduled to die anyways...

My favorite part of your story is you suffering

-deedee2157777

...uh, man...what? Seriously what the hell?

Honestly just a waste of a way to kill someone off that served no purpose at all, really shitty chapter

-TheCrimsonShout

She did serve a purpose: she made the chapter long. And you're reading my shitty chapter so what you're saying is that your taste in reading material stinks. Can't relate

Anyways

Stay safe y'all

TTW78