The intricacies of the undead spell were beautiful to observe. Even more so I got a new skill from it.
- Magic eye - Lv1 - 0/50exp -
Inspect and witness the little movements of magic within. a spell.
It rapidly leveled up to Lv5 from just watching one spell work its magic. It was understandable though as the process was both beautiful and complicated.
At least I now knew why mana was needed. If miasma was the tool to fix up and hold the undead parts together, Ozes the spark or fuel to give it life then mana was the fuel to power the process.
I watched as the miasma mended any cracks and wears in the thousand-year-old bones while Ozes hovered within it. Slowly the bones were fixed together breaking and reshaping, melding and bonding till they had created the shape of something. Only then did the mana dissipate.
But before I could get alarmed or worried that my mana hadn't been enough the miasma took over. It covered all parts of the bones letting the Ozes flame filter into it.
"Wonder what rank of skeleton om getting from this". My miasma was still pouring into the shaping bones.
Finally, I saw something different.
A little spark of flame rose from its bones, not the normal black of Ozes but a red fire that ignited over its bones. As the flames spread my miasma was sucked into its bones.
Flesh rose over the parts of the bones where the fire swept past. At this point I was stunned. By the time the fire got to its head, the entire skeleton was covered with dark skin bearing various red flame lines.
Its head was a burning half-fleshed skull of fire and its eyes burned a dark fire that contrasted the red of its flame. From its back rose a tail covered in black skin but with a fine tip.
There was a series of fangs in its jaws and its hands spotted six clawed fingers. Its torso while covered with skin and muscles bore a huge line that opened and closed from its abdomen to its collarbone. Its head had four sets of horns shorter and smaller than mine but still there.
Standing at a good eight feet the newly born undead was formidable. But it was the bone that formed its spine that caught my eye. The archangel wingbone which I had forgotten had been melted and reforged into the entire spine of this undead.
"That feels like it's gonna be bad for those angels. "I mused. After biting my claws for a minute I shrugged. "Their problem".
The process was complete by this stage and the undead finally seemed to gain some sort of sentience. Its eyes which were once lit with the black flame gained a blue bit of spark to them. Almost inconspicuous.
The undead its eyes locked on me shivered then instantly it dropped to one knee and pounded its chest with its right fist.
No words.
'Huh. It can't speak. ' Downcast I made it rise before scanning it over.
Surprisingly its runes were rather simple, unlike mine and Feathers. Probably because it wasn't living or something.
Undead
Name - N/A
Species - Hellwalker
Rank - Mythical S+
Tier - Fallen
Miasma - 10,000
Ozes - 10,000
First lifeform of Nameless. An undead forged from the bones of the pure, a blasphemy to light. Or is it?
PASSIVE INHERITED - Combat Junkie.
-We're all glad it is not a skeleton warrior. That's been overused-
-Would you like to name your first undead -
- Names hold power -
"It seemed like the runes want me to name you huh," I muttered to myself while thinking.
" Well, there's eight of you bones in that body now. So how about Mr Bones? " I suggested. The undead looked at me with a burning fervent gaze. One that pleaded for a name change. At least that was what I think it was.
"Lame. Then. Oh., what about Octo." Before I could suggest it again though the rune showed itself once more.
- Your Undead accepts its new name -
- Your bond grows -
Before me the undead sorry, Octo shivered like he caught a cold then rose to face me and then beat his fist to his chest once more.
I could already see it. An elite squad of Octos all leading my army to conquer, cough, I mean defend this land.
"Follow Octo." I turned to leave before I halted and looked at Octo. He seemed strange. Off. To be honest. Like something was missing. His black with blue pinprick eyes closed on me. His flaming half burnt off head straight.
Ah. I realized what he was. Octo wasn't a skeleton. Which meant he had akin, skin that was burnt and crisp with red vein lines running over him and a deeper mark like a long line running down his chest through which a golden glow was detectable.
But that wasn't the point.
Octos was naked and he had skin. Looking down I found him lacking in that department.
"Apparently, the undead don't need those."
Turning my gaze to the corner I spotted the heap of weapons. Weapons that consisted of also armor. The normal clothing along the time had corroded away.
The pieces of armor and weapons survived for reasons I didn't know. Either way, I had Octo select a worm-out armor before covering his head with a sleek but rusted helmet.
"There nothing for below there.," I realized.
"Fortunate you have nothing to hide" with that settled I picked up the sword. A cutting feeling sliced the air as I grasped its handle. Them I offered it to Octo who looked to me and then to the sword before he raised his hands and grabbed a bold of it.
I found myself slinking out through the halls of the castle and out the mahogany doors. Octo followed with the sword resting on his right shoulder.
With my temporary butler behind me, I made my first step into the castle as its lord. My double-lit eye moved over the various corpses that still littered the castle grounds.
Halfway through the castle grounds, I found it. My second Octo or at least the first of him.
"And then there were seven left " I marched ahead my eyes scanning while Octo from behind lugged the corpse half-withered and half intact, his blazing eyes drilled into my back almost as if he was asking my seriousness in really creating another Octo.
My huge form stopping right next to my second practical specimen answered the question for Octo. The Hellwalker looked up to the moon with an attempt at anguish before looking back down at me and accepting its fate.