The students who saw the light were baffled, because now in Ojero's hand was... nothing.
It was a giant blob of darkness, covering a couple feet of the arena. The shadow properties were responsible for this, making the necromantic look of the weapon remain unseen.
Ojero however, was very impressed with his work.
It was a beautiful weapon, fit for a king.
"Of course it is, master. A Scythe of Death is used by all great Necromancers at their beginning. However, as you train and refine your magic, gaining more strength, the weapon too will upgrade to its better forms."
"This is but another step on the long path of mastering undeath. It is a momentous occasion, and I applaud your success. Many before you have taken much longer to summon their elemental weapon."
As the Night Demon was speaking in its hoarse voice, other glows of light appeared, but they were noticeably smaller than Ojero's.
A blue glow flashed near Ojero, pulling away to reveal a young girl holding a large sword made of water. She looked very excited to have it, and wildly swung it around, only to fall due to its weight.
Ojero scoffed at this, seeing her clumsy nature. The thought of being a natural risk to yourself made Ojero cringe, even knowing they couldn't control it.
Ojero then noticed some people still staring at his weapon, and felt a chill down his spine.
'Can they see the skulls? What if they find out about my element?'
"Do not worry master."
'What do you mean?"
His question was soon answered when a nearby boy yelled out to Ojero.
"Why is your weapon so… black? I can't see anything!"
Ojero was visibly confused at that.
"What do you mean? It's right in my hand!"
"No it's not! It sucks all the nearby light away too! Half your body is a shadow!"
"It is your shadow powers, master. All three elements are represented in your elemental weapon, and the shadow properties conceal it, allowing you to surprise enemies in combat by negating their ability to see your weapon."
"It is a very useful aspect, allowing you victory against most enemies."
'That does sound useful for quite a few things.'
"It is my shadow weapon, it conceals itself." Ojero told the nearby boy.
That boy had summoned his own weapon, but it was very small and weak. It took the shape of a shortsword, but had small arcs of lightning shooting across it.
At this point, only a few had summoned their weapons, with many others starting to look frustrated with the lack of information.
One such student, who was braver than the rest, marched up to the teacher and yelled at him.
"Can't you see us struggling? Teach us how to do this!"
The old man suddenly started moving again, and his one look shut the student up. Something in his mind wouldn't allow him to speak to this man like that anymore, as if his own brain fought against him now.
Then, his head started hurting. At first it was like a sting, but it quickly grew. The "brave" student started screaming out, the scream growing in pitch as time went on. Just as he almost couldn't scream anymore, the pain vanished.
The old man simply scoffed under his breath, and went back to being as still as a tree.
Everyone who watched was shocked.
'How could that frail old man do something like that?'
The boy who was hurt slowly crawled away, tears still streaming from his eyes as he dragged himself all the way to the far wall of the arena, before curling up and crying even harder.
Ojero smirked at seeing this.
'Serves him right.'
Ojero saw the old man as perfectly within his rights. It was the weaks fault for not being able to succeed with the perfectly acceptable information the old man gave them.
People started moving away from the professor, and started to talk in whispers about what happened.
Most were shocked the old man would do something so outrageous, especially to them. A lot of them came from upper families and were not used to this kind of treatment. Sure they had been scolded by their parents before, but never were abilities used as punishment.
It terrified them that any little thing could make them feel the brave boy's pain. Although, some felt grateful that the boy had gone first so they knew what would happen.
Only a few more successfully managed to summon their weapon, the rest failing. Some more would have succeeded if not for their minds being full of thoughts at why the old man did what he did for such a minor offense.
Once class was over, they all snuck to the exit, trying not to disturb the old man.
However, soon enough he woke up on his own. They all thought he might do something, but he just hobbled up the stairs, slowly, like before.
The students then rushed up the rest of the steps and out the portal before he could catch up. Ojero was in the back, and could've sworn he heard the old man chuckle when he saw this.
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Book of the Known Undead
Chapter: WARNING
Attention all readers, I am warning you to not research the last two creatures. Recently I have discovered something deeper and darker than I was aware of. In the future I may update this chapter if I discover something else, until then I will continue writing future entries of various undead, but be wary; things are not as they seem.
UPDATE
Attention all readers, be aware of what I tell you. This knowledge may save entire species. What I have found out is worse than I ever thought. It all comes from the…
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