Rust colored brown, the color of blood long mixed with air. A fog of dead carrying the resentment, cruelty, hate, contempt, misery and evil that was nurtured under the City for hundreds of years. After breaking out of the wyrm skull, Mike had spent a little bit of time inside of it. There were some similarities between it and him. His aura greatly matched the fallen giant, cold and domineering, it made Mike sad when he scrambled what was left of the inside with his hammer.
Bloodied, sticky and full of rage, Mike stepped out of the carcass and saw the Orcish Woman from earlier cleaving at the bulk of the Onmyoji forces. He saw Ho rushing in at the same instant, a red flower emerging from his hands and beautiful spellwork and spell circles envelope the space between Ho and the dead Orc filled with Miasma.
A bright explosion, dazzling and red blotted the eyes of every fighter on the battlefield. A rolling flame consumed her, its flames too hot for the Miasma Mist Monster to escape. It tumbled.
Zombies, new ones, their fallen friends and the fiends that were still loose in the city had all been drawn to the fight. The Wyrm's constant flailing had every undead's attention, they were converging on the assault teams position. The Fliers had all but been eliminated, LuSha stopped dropping the black flames and darkflame essence onto the battlefield, focusing entirely on corralling the undead toward what was already fallen. With another screech, LuSha reinforced his barrier and shrank it further.
Caught with no where to run, the Spectre's that had chosen to stay out of the combat zone were driven into the bottleneck. The Kill zone had been close to the Emperor's position, the Stealth Corp was cleaning up stragglers while avoiding the Zombies and the Zombies were being led to a pit dug in the ground that was filled with molten essence. Corpses were incinerated as they marched to their doom in a line like spilled beer from a can into the fire.
When everyone was sure the battle was close to ending, another explosion happened. The last remaining tower of the Castle had flown apart quickly, there was a cloud dust in its place.
"I know this feeling. Zao Family. You will regret ever getting involved in my affairs." Wang Wei stood on the parapet. He looked thin, emaciated and ready to die. 'Fuck that's a lot of them..' Wei pushed the thought away and started to charge. Leaping from the castle wall, he fell.
The energy that was feeding him had dissipated, his body, landed among a pile of corpses. Loose weapons in the pile cut at his body, he rolled in the dead and giggled. Grabbing a broken speartip, he thrust it into his ear.
"..." The Assault team watched as his lifeless corpse topped the pile by choice.
"DON'T GET COCKY, UNLESS YOU WANT TO JOIN HIM, START CLEARING BUILDINGS. NO BREAKS UNTIL THIS ENTIRE CITY IS SECTIONED OFF AND SEARCHED!" Genba yelled into a megaphone that had a 'good luck kitty' sticker on it that looked like a tiger.
The Emperor flew up and analyzed the battleground, there were only a few more roaming clusters of mobs. "I want a team to follow me, your job is to clear the streets behind me. Doesn't matter who it is, bring spacial rings and defend yourself if needed. I intend to work out some ideas on whatever I can find to punch." His hands and arms were transforming according to his will. Sometimes they were scythes, sometimes they were hammers, and sometimes they were just hands.
Traveling behind him, the team watched from afar and cleared all the rubble they could gain access to. The Emperor wasn't interested in looting the City, no, he wanted the stone. Permeated by the aura of undeath, each stone was a magical tool, an evil one at that.
When they approached the rotten Wyrms corpse, Wu Hai felt a strange aura that didn't belong to the battle. It was the broken claw that was reaching into its rib cage. Five meters in length, it was jet black and illusory, it sparkled as it was pulled form the corpse. Bits of Stellar energies could be felt from the nail. Wu Hai stored the Talon into his personal storage ring and then stored the remains of the wyrm into the Crusher. A Dark black line started to fill out above one of the previously yellow lines in the weapons surface.
'I almost forgot about that.' The Emperor started remembering the few times he had actually used the Crusher in battle, and every time, the lines and patterns of the weapon had changed slightly. 'Qu had mentioned once that I can seek out the Guardians for information about it.'
Standing in the spot where the Wyrm had been laying, The Emperor took out a compass and shook it. "WAHCHUNG. Get out here." He shook it a few more times. 'Lazy fucking turtle.' "WAHCHUNG." Wu Hai started to charge a beam in his fingertip and pointed it at the compass.
"Okay, Okay. I get it, I'm up. Oh, its you, Master. Thank you for rescuing me from those women!" Wahchung tried to be affectionate but the moment he looked around and saw the battlefield, Wahchung's mouth clamped down tight.
"Tell me about the Crusher again. Start from the beginning." Wu Hai started collecting every corpse in the area, colorful specs started to appear across the weapons surface. A Glitter that sought out one of its own colors and cling, like a mix of soaps and oils that didn't mix, they separated and gathered.
Wahchung floated beside Wu Hai. "The Crusher was made by the creator. It was lost during a battle a Glacier Peak.."
Wu Hai stopped him mid-rant. "I know all that already, I'm talking about the item itself. Tell me what it does. The Crusher is a storage device and a weapon. What's with the colors that appear when I store away corpses, and what's with the sockets?" The Emperor was direct, Wahchung looked depressed.
"Its classified. I cannot speak of these matters, it is forbidden." Wahchung hung his head down.
Wu Hai charged his beam once more to threaten the Mata Turtle spirit.
"Even if you choose to destroy me, I cannot speak of this. None of us can. Do what you must, Master." Wahchung hit the pity me button and hid in his shell.
"So no hints, nothing?" 'That made no sense whatsoever' Wu Hai scoffed, waved the compass and stored Wahchung's spirit body away.
"GROUP 5, I WANT THIS BLOCK CLEARED AND SEARCHED IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES! LEAVE NO UNDEAD." Zao Wu Hai appeared near Kuzunoha. She was standing near the bodies of her fallen underlings.
"This is brutal. I spent a lot of time with all of them." She started to cry.
Ho walked over from the sidelines, his hand broken and twisted. "I did everything I could. I am sorry, there was nothing else I could do. It was over before I even arrived."
The Cheng Twins walked over and placed a needle through the brains of each of the fallen soldiers. Each gave prayers, "Rest dear friend," "We will not allow you to rise as a slave."