As the Naga mages stop concentrating on the large black magic ball, the spell broke apart. As the eerie feeling of black magic started to spread across the surroundings. With one less Naga conduit, the remaining Naga mages need to concentrate more on keeping their control on the Ghost.
The ghosts summon with Death magic are still sentient. So, if they control weakness somewhat then they will have another full-blown rebellion on their hands.
Bommm!
A large explosion shakes the middle of the battlefield. Large chunks of sand are sending flying. Some of the free-falling sand getting in the eyes of some unlucky Naga. In the middle of the battlefield, is the Green Count. Using nothing more than his own body strength and magic to fight against the Ghost commander and Mors.
He would not be having such a hard time with such weaklings if not for the ice shards that were shot at him. The shards seem to be magical in nature. He could feel the mana of water in it.
'There should be no mages within the ranks of the Ghost. Ghost is incompatible with the other winds of magic. So, the only explanation is that a Naga cast an ice spell!'
The Naga leader figures things out rather quickly as he dodges an attack from Mors' fierce-looking axe. Only to be met with a Ghost bullet aim at his head. The Naga Kraken channel his mana and created a black shield around his head. The Bullet got absorbed by the shield of death.
'I need to get rid of this I-'
But before he could finish his own thought, he dodges another attack from Mors. This time the attack felt more savage, stronger, and faster. Mors quick dance-like steps dance to the fast-paced tune of the current battlefield. Catox rushes toward the Naga Kraken as he aims his cutglass sword at one of the Naga's arms.
The Naga covers his arm in black smoke. The music becomes grander and more immersive. Even the Ghost without knowing has started to dance to the tune of the war. With an audible sword swipe, blood started to flow, as a green arm falls on top of the yellow sand.
The sand soon turned bright red as the Naga leader and Catox could believe what just happen. His arm was cut! Even when he covers it with death magic! How is that possible? The battle hardens sense of the Green Count told him to jump!
By using the strength of all three of his tails, the Naga Kraken jumps backward. Dodging by a hair breath the climatic attack delivered by Mors. Mor's axe is embedded deep into the sand. Having turned the sand grains into glass by friction alone.
"Damn! I thought I had you there. Should we start the second symphony?"
The Green Count did not fully understand Mors. But as his eyes landed on the visibly tired and fading Ghost commander, he knew that what that attack was that was able to pass through his magic takes a lot out of the user.
'Looks like I have to be careful of the Ghost.'
The Naga leader thought as he controls his mana and shoots at the duo 50 large black smoky lances. The Death Lances flew toward Mors and Catox at neck-breaking speed. But Mors did not look frightened, not like the Ghost are able to see his face.
In front of Mors, 20 copies of himself appear. With a sword in hand, the copies cut down the Death Lances. Only leaving Mors and Catox to deal with 20 or so lances. Mors gathers his Qi as he changes from his axe to his spear. Mors makes a large wind blade extend from the tip of the spear.
Like a grand composer, Mors swings his spear and cuts the lances in half. The sound of the battlefield became softer and more elegant. Corpses lay down to be painted by an imaginary artist and battles were slow, like a slow-moving picture. Only the Naga Kraken was able to feel this change.
His heartbeat with anxious as his body turns colder. Mors slowly walks towards the Naga leader. The spear in hand changed to a sword.
"?- You felt the change in music. I must say that is a first for me.. Could it be as one increases in the stage they notice the change in music? Could be possible.. Now that is something to be concerned about."
The Naga looks at Mors with serious eyes. This battle was bad for him. The ice that covers his scales is not melting. In fact, he has even noticed that when he uses magic, the ice will eat away at his mana reserves. Making him realize this is no simple ice created by magic. This ice comes from a mage that lost control!
Magical things created by a mage who lost control are both more powerful and dangerous. The Naga leader could not help but feel fear for the first time in a while.
"You know now that I am commander stage, a general stage cultivator is not that scary. If I can weaken them enough then I can win. But that also means warrior stage cultivators can do the same to me."
Mors said to only himself. Only for the voice of Catox to sound behind him.
"I offer my spirit, Flesh, and Bone."
"Oh god, not again!"
Mors said as he rushes towards the Naga leader. He could not believe that in his own arrogance, he allows the Naga leader to start chanting!
'Being too strong without a proper challenge is dulling my senses!'
Mors exclaims to himself. Thankfully he reaches the Naga leader before he finishes chanting. Mors swings his sword at the Naga's neck. Ready to separate the head from the body. Only for his sword to be met by an invisible force!
"In exchange for power, oh great wind of magic, grant me my wish!"
Boom!
A large explosion came from the Naga leader. Pushing Mors away. A large dust cloud covers the Naga leader. As anxiety started to fill his heart. Soon the strange roar of a monster came from the dust cloud. Dispersing it and reviling a strange monstrosity of flesh, bone, and spirit where the Naga leader once stood.
"Shit just got really messy…. I screw up."