"You seem to be tired. I thought undead couldn't get tired!"
Theodoros said as countless arrows flied through air. Black fog focused on where arrows where headed and caught them.
"Edward must have been too much for you. Your mana reserves are nearly depleted!"
"You talk too much."
A raspy voice answered from the black fog. Theodoros frowned. He couldn't shoot his arrows in full force. There were still civilians around. But even if he were to shot a full force arrow something inside told him that the enemy front of him had something in his sleeve. Why did he kept fighting? Why did he not try to escape? Being undead, was his brain rotten? No. How can an undead without intelligence could defeat Edward. He must have some kind of plan.
"Too bad. I didn't wanted to use this."
Black fog spread. Theodoros tried to dodge it but nearly entire block was covered with fog.
"What?"
"Come and join me. Kill everything and everyone."
Skeletons covered in armor started to come out of the fog. Their numbers were immense.
"Do you realize what are you doing right now? If the hunters here dies or get injured, dungeon will break!"
A blood curling laugh came.
"I passed that point long time ago."
He said as he dodged the sword being swinged to his head.
"You are here!"
"Yeah, I am here! Time to put an end to this shit!"
White haired youngster shouted. His one eye brimmed with anger.
"You- You- Are you really him?"
He spat out the words.
"Once I was called Mehmet Sarı."
Burak's hands shook.
"No. He died! He died while defending against a dungeon break!"
Fog focused again, shaping to be his armor.
"I did. It was and honorful death. But I was brought back in this disgusting form."
"Who?"
"Elizabeth Bathory. Your owner."
The hate carried in his voice was so intense that Burak felt it in his bones.
"But why? Why didn't you-?"
"Come back to my family? In this form?"
Fog spread, revealing a rotten face.
"Only thing left in me is power to kill all monsters. And now I will be killing another one."
Fog focused in shape of a sword.
"Oh, yeah? You won't listen to me even if I told you what happened. Only thing I can do right now is putting you to rest, Grandfather."
Red mana poured from his sword. Fusing with his mana, sword created red crystals. Growing bigger and brighter, it was opposite of his enemy's sword. As other one drew the fog, it became darker. When they clashed, shock waves shook the entire block. Burak growled as he was pushed back. His feet carved traces.
"You sacrificed your humanity and this is the power you gained? Pathetic!"
Burak headbutted him but it had no affect.
"I don't want to hear that from you!"
Their sword clashed again and again. In every clash Burak was pushed back one step further.
"I admired you! For every day in my childhood, Father told me about you! How brave and strong you were! How merciful and good hearted you were! Even though you had all the strength in the world you kept helping others!"
His grip tightened.
"The reason why Father wanted me to become a hunter! All of it! Were lies!"
Blood dripped from his body.