An aftermath came before the whole Dungeon, Everything were still as water that could break its balance. The silence brewing within could be compared to the space outside the sky, a vacuum in space where sound is absent.
Protect!
Yet one strong willed adventurer armored with peerless iron armor screamed in vowels, crying out to the silence to call forth protection from his deity.
Light rose in line to the Iron adventurer's call. As cracks breached the ground while circling the whole fleet of adventures from the Lich.
Explosion cane after the line of light, showering dust and dibris to the forefront of them. Not only was the protection given by the adventurer were defense but also a form of offense.
Dust and mist cradled everywhere and even seeping out of the crevasse in the Dungeon, impairing the vision of every living being within.
And unfortunately for the adventures, The Lich wasn't one of them. As it immediately catches up on thier plan to hinder its sight with the dust and mist.
Its eyes glowed like no other in a crescent blue fire,one that would burn each and everything it comes in contact to. Yet it was only used for enhanced sight by it.
As it's eye's hurled fire within the Dungeon like wildfire, gnawing down on the streak of light separating the Dungeon with the adventurers.
In despair, The adventures within could only hekd thier stand to not get consumed by fire as they kept discipline. Silence and cooperation were all they had, reaching out to one another as the front shield of every armored adventurer glowed.
Raising the streak of light even further as it changes color, from transparent to a luminescent gold that coated the adventurer.
And the faith made in to shield strengthen its defense, so was the gnawing fire of the Lich. Increasing even the temperature of the light as it rose higher and higher with the lich bottomless manifestation.
In seconds of the tide changing, it immediately reached a close balance from overpowering and stable.
Blunt and harsh, The Lich looked down at the adventurers struggling against it, as the streak of fire in its eye thread carefully to burn down thier protection.
Baked in sweat and blood, The armored adventurer part of the fleet held strong with thier wits at its end. Holding down thier shield while the others tend to thier backs to not fall on them.
Blood dripped down thier hands, fear and doubt dwelled within thisr heart. Could they really pull it off? Can they really fight against it?
Everything seemed to fall down on them, the mages in particular where helpless against The Lich. As everything they have thrown were turned to measly mist with just a flick of a finger...
Both sides were enthralled by the fight with different interpretation of one another action. One felt the all powerfull magic that reigns over the dungeon, and one that simply smile on others suffering.
And one skeleton in particular held his feet on the ground like its life depended on it. Jack didn't have anything to do other than watch as everything unveiled itself with opem eyes.
As much as it was a surprise for him to be reincarnated and thrown into a Battlefield at the start, it wasn't necessarily out of his bingo card.
Fear and confusion were out of his heart, like every other emotion was simply in closed reach before him, hidden and forbidden by his own existence.
There is nothing he could say and do against the raging war between the lich and the adventurers.
All that he could muster were endless speculation and possibilities. Emotions was out, and a cold empty place in his cheast was all he had.
'With the strengths of the knights being higher than that of a normal adventurer it would have been easy to face off such foe, but unfortunately for them even if they had a knight, a protection from a deity would be your second plan against it. And only with a quick smite before it could even muster up such large scale aoe all over the dungeon, and even if they have a back up plan or such, it would prove wasteful and insufficient for efficiency which they should trive in facing things with high intelligence... Furthermore such defensive prose is only viable if the enemy only had short term spells or abbility unlike the lich which if the longer the fight gets, the stronger it would be... '
The endless assess of Jack became monotonous as time pass around him, only caring for his wellbeing and understanding.
Even when fire fled near him, and debri fell from the top of his head. Nothing mattered to him as his body were broken to begin with, and such obstacle isn't even worth his attention.
Meanwhile, The lich had started chanting his second phase.
Its eyes then glowed black as the supply of fire stopped, but even when it stopped supplying firepower to gnaw on the adventurers. It simply made matters worse for them.
As silent bells churned back and forth with the black eyes of it. Chanting with each passing gong of the bell, as if weeping angels cried fountains in its sounds.
Causing those with week will and mental strength to lose balance momentarily, as the sound coming from the lich to induce the sense of death. Cradling thier soul with each and every one of its voice.
The adventurers wavered.
Even when they had such protection from a deity, it's still barely enough for the defense against the horrendous voice of The lich.
But unfortunate for them, it was still not the end.
Once the bell rang its sixth gong. The ground woke up from the deep slumber of fire, raising craters of fire.
And within the craters of fire rose a handful of bones, gushing out in each and every one of them. Undead rose from thier graves, wearing simmilar clothing as those of the adventurers. Preserved only by death, and burned by the fire of death.
Undead Knight's bone crumpled together to form its body, yet its frigid undead breath reached the whole Dungeon. It alone waked fear and sorrow within the fleet of adventures.
The lich laughed as it saw. It was still not done.
"Rise... "
With a single word from it. An army led by an Undead Knight appeared, as one after another its soldiers rose from within the soil and gathering thier bones to fight.
A festival of bones!
Undead Knight to a Skeleton captain to a Skeleton and so on... As an undead uprising rose, nothing could face it. Loading up the battlefield charred from the undead lich's fire
A group of ants against an army of gods made of bones, the odds were against them from the start.
'But why would such adventures go trough so much trouble, there was any lore like this in the to be so grand that it wasn't included for some reason... Unless this world only used the game's logic to function ss such, but such creature like the lich should receive some backlass for casting such skills in an under leveled enemies... Or am i wrong to think that this is still a game- '
Deep in his thoughts like no other, Jack overlooked everything with the initial position he was in, safe and sound from everything. Near the throne of bones and yet he.
"-You dip! Son of a gun! Whyyyyy meee! "
Collapsed under pressure, taken by an undead Knight as its sword to swing around. Jack has been abducted by his fellow undead for a war that he wasn't even involved for.
Left and right.
Right and left.
Down and right.
Up and left.
Left and down...
An endless barrage of concussion was held in Jack's body as he was thrown in to smithereens if not for his undead durability.
Face crushed, bones broken, ribs dismantled. Almost every bone in each of his targets body were broken on contact.
As the Undead Knight forced itself in the Light made of faith, crusading within as the armored Titans within the adventurers fend of it in its tracks to destruction.
'If it weren't for my undead boy, i would have already died many times. Hopefully mine was unlike others so hard and durable... But what caused The Adventurers to have such confidence... '
As each swong of his lifeless body, so did the thoughts in head gathered and smashed through the adventurers. A scapegoat for the lacking defense of the undead knight, Jack tried his best to maintain the connection he had with his body.
An overarching fight dawned, the humans with thier seemingly endless supply of hope and faith to fight, the undead which took a turn of events as the lich became silent and stagnant within the air. Menacingly, it floated with the black fire in its eye watching everything unfold.
The adventurers had already lost most of thier units with the two attacks from the lich alone, with only a few armored grunts was left and the magicians at the back of the fleet. Against the uprising of the undead, the Adventurers were destined to lose.
Before them the undead army rampaged without stoping, as thier accumulating aura trample thier will.
Rise!
But with a sudden change within the leader's heart, coming from an overwhelming feel of dread within his own insecurities held true with each failure. He hadn't talked since the start and till the very last second to see an opening, yet there was nothing till the end. And to force things to happen was all he could do as his last voice came out from his mouth.
Empowering those around him as the less amount of people affected by his empowerment the better results.
And the thoughts that he portrayed for hope. And for a chance to win to appear.