Eodum's slight growl, despite being quiet, turned the heads of everyone nearby. It was that of a rabid, feral beast, ready to lash out at everything near it.Henry and Sheila could only back away, never having heard this side of Eodum. Though, now that they had a better look at Eodum, the rat looked a little different. It was like Eodum reverted in evolution, losing the bright stars covering its fur. Instead, the lights seemed to create a small ring around it, displaying a similar effect.
Lights, dust, and debris found themselves being absorbed into the perfectly black body of Eodum. Light swirled around Eodum, giving itself a slight outline as photons fell into the bottomless abyss that was Eodum. Henry and Sheila could feel a pull on themselves; Eodum's endless hunger seemed to absorb all around it, not sparing anyone.
Eodum's growl was suddenly accompanied by another. The undead's rage-filled groans and growls informing the three of its feelings towards their sudden reappearance. The growls continued for a while more, until the undead broke the stalemate and roared. It rushed forward, its log-like arm slamming down with all its force. However, its moment came to a sudden halt as tendrils from Eodum's body shot out and wrapped around its arm.
Bound, it shot out its own tentacles, only to find that they smashed against a wall of gold. Try as they might, the tentacles pounded on the wall, but found they were incapable of getting through it. Now though, a purple mist started emanating from the wall and behind it. The mist crawled up and touched one of its tentacles, and promptly, the tentacle rotted and shriveled away.
The undead ripped back its tentacles, but the damage was done, though by the looks of it, the mist wasn't. It continued to stretch towards the undead, rolling over itself, seemingly getting faster and faster. What was the source of the deadly miasma? The undead looked up to see another undead, clad in plate armor, and glowing with energy that harshly attacked the undead.
Then was this purple mist some sort of rotting aura? How was it affecting the undead? Shouldn't all undead be immune to its effects? Well, they should, but this aura was special. It was both a combination of the undead and holy energy, effectively becoming a bane to all beings. The undead's natural immunity was pierced by the holy aspect of the mist, and the rotting aspect of the aura would handle the rest. Similar effects should show themselves in holy entities, pierced by the rotting aspect to lose their immunity to the holy effect.
The undead pulled away, despite being a puppet to the necromancers, it could still make its own actions every now and again. With that, all parts of its brain, a combination of sapient creatures and wild animals, screamed at it to back away and play defensive. It backed away and started being defensive for the first time in its life. Prowling around, letting out a low growl occasionally, it stalked and circled like a wolf in a hunt.
It prepared to pounce, and it put all of its strength in its feet. When it did this however, it suddenly found its feet could not find purchase on the ground, slipping off it into a faceplant. It looked down to the cause of its failed launch and saw the ground underneath it froze. Now that it saw that, it also saw a trail of ice and energy quickly being reabsorbed into a ring of ice surrounding the flaming one.
The water resembled a snake as it launched off of its own ring and wrapped around the undead. Then, a path formed from the cold ring into the water's path, and the entire thing froze, leaving the undead in a coil of cold. It struggled, hearing the sharp cracking noise of its prison, it burst free, shrapnel of ice shooting out, however, the ice seemed to hover midair, frozen in space and time. Then, the ice shrapnel shot back at the undead, planting themselves deep in its body.
A roar erupted from the undead, but the attack wasn't over there. Streams of energy of pure heat spilled from Henry's body, entering the wounds created by the ice. The heat did very little in the way of damaging the undead, instead, it was quite pleasant. That was until the heat reached the ice. Suddenly, each piece of ice exploded into steam, completely skipping over its liquid state. Bursts of blood, gore, and steam exploded all over the undead's body, with the end effect looking similar to bloody craters on the moon.
The undead roared in anger and pain: body damaged, limbs rotting. Something in its eyes changed; hatred and anger filled it. Physically, it also seemed to change. Muscles bulged and a red aura swirled around its body.
[Due to extreme anger, low health, and fighting style, you have gained the skill Rage.]
[Rage]
[For the cost of sanity, mental capabilities, and 10 St per second, the user can enter a state of bloodlust which boosts their physical capabilities and damage by 3x. All damage is reduced by 75% while active.]
With the gain of the new skill, and the unwitting use of it, the undead found itself a little over two times its original size. Frothing at the mouth, the necromancers panicked at their loss of the undead. An ear shattering roar boomed from the undead, and the necromancers covered their ears in pain and shock. Henry and Sheila prepared for battle, letting the sound wash over them. Eodum continued its feral growling, finally seeing an opening to charge through.
With the barest push against the ground, Eodum launched forth, speeding past Henry and Sheila. Eodum arrived in front of the undead, and suddenly, the undead had a noticeable lack of arm. Black ooze shot out from the wound, cascading into the floor below. The shift in posture from the undead caused the shaking of the ceiling as the undead was now far too large for the room, and it was pressing against the bottom of the ceiling.
The undead was about to let out another roar of pain but was cut off as it found itself floating slightly. It hovered backwards a tiny bit, spinning to its right and backwards. Gaining more speed, it continued to swirl around despite its best efforts to keep planted on the ground. It found itself floating into a dark space where no light would follow. Looking around, it finally saw the cause of its sudden conundrum. With a jaw larger than should be possible, the undead found itself floating into the gaping maw of Eodum, and with a forceful shut, it knew it would never be seen again.
Eodum however, didn't care for its gain in Xp and higher kill count, it instead could only focus on its hunger. All it wanted was to make the starving stop.