Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Graced by dark skies, under the watchful gaze of the sun, of moons and stars, like laborious ants, a grand sight was now laid across the continent of Viridis, across mountains, biomes, both transformed and crafted, a complex laid-out of countless turns, ups and downs, underground and high towers, of lakes and seas, of woods and jungles, of deserts and dunes, of hills and mountains, jagged peaks and deep crevasses, bridges and roads, floating isles and inverted spires.

All was submerged in the king's glorious eternal darkness, blessed and divine, overwhelmed with thick miasma, buildings and nature mixed and overlapped, blending together to utter perfection, styles of architectures encountered and clashed, the confusing, labyrinthine continental city built over the course of little time was nigh impossible to navigate, lest one possessed a sense adapted to the dark.

Up on flat rooftops, nature-aligned undeads stomped their feet, great beasts roaming the putrescent forests and other environments, patrols of knightly clad guards roamed, hidden in every corner, capable of emerging from every direction.

Continuously constructing, the forces of oblivion erected churches and cathedrals dedicated to the worship of death and to deities that were to soon join the other side, but the prayers dedicated to death itself were the most numerous, the priests and monks were all brought back by the power of the crown's divine beast, garbed in robes as pale as bones, they preached without stop, spreading holy death as they went, letting it be known that the rule of King Nitok was a right given by an entity greater than all.

Sanctioned by the most divine of all things.

Hidden by the king's night, the undead have expanded much further than any might imagine, roads allowing for passage where to be found all around, flying undeads pierced through the clouds at all times, circling around the high towers that seemed to reach unto infinity, mountains once surrounded Tamaris had grown higher, expanding over the pyramid like a wave of earth and stone, countless constructs hanging from the edge, plains around the base of the life barrier were extended.

All was ready for a full-blown conflict to erupt at any time, one tower in particular loomed over all the rest, stretching to the side without compromising its integrity, floating islands all around the very top reaching through multiple layers of clouds.

"The settling of the time is due tomorrow" Dracula remarked, standing near the edge, looking down on the green shine of the pyramidal barrier, hand resting on the hilt of his blade.

"I do think that our calculations were correct, with some extra room I might add" Vespertillo chimed in, hanging from the ceiling, small bats hanging from his shoulders and ears, a smile covering his bestial visage.

"All of those options and abilities are not my cup of tea, but with his advances on death force manipulation, he should definitely stand a chance, although-" Nosferatu was cracking his oversized fingers one by one, only for a spectral hand to land on top of his bald head.

"Cease this torture of the noble fingers and don't spell misfortune out of your mishappen maw, if you will" Multaemanus manifested into existence above the one of foetid blood, agitating one index in the air.

"Loimos could not possibly be progressing faster, and Ynigós has never faced an enemy with an actual way of defeating him, as strong as you might be Nosferatu, your superior martial skills matter little when you can't crush the source of his immortality, don't they?" the vampire lord rolled his eyes as she casually just put a dozen hands all over his head and shoulders, just tapping on his skull.

"I had never met a non-fantomatic undead capable of learning our spectral tricks, and even after that, he still managed to surprise me, the church of death's worship has pretty much decided that he was their lord and saviour already, all the priestesses are fawning over him, and since he could not care less, they love him even more because he really is just that undead, my peeping sessions when unseen have never been so hilarious" she laughed, her smile awfully pleasant to the ears for a ghostly mound of hands stolen from corpses.

"Yes indeed, it has never been a matter of power or pure strength with Ynigós, but a matter of having the one, specific counter, as it standeth, only our faithful Loimos has that counter, and I would suppose that he is the first and last that will ever possess it in this manner" Vwoldtnir ground his teeth together, standing right by an odd column filled with water stretching all the way to the bottom and into the ground.

Atsalinopalo was staring at one of his unfinished golems, carefully considering the next step of creation when he turned his head and spoke his mind.

"He is more than just our weapon against him, his nature as a pure undead bears qualities that greatly simplifies many of King Nitok's plans, but he can not pull out of this fight, and I know that he wouldn't even if possible, eliminating The First Death Hunter is of primordial importance, that battle, shall be his last, no matter the outcome" the metal replacing part of his body produced a most irritating noise.

"You have always been good at ruining the mood brother" The Night Flier shook his head.

"Oi…"

"In any case, thanks to Körpersucher, our own battle should be much simpler, at least, our eternal legions will trample over the united forces of life, as for us Gravelords, we shall remain careful, alright?

That also means you Nosferatu, do not be misguided by the weakness of the today's living, their greatest champions may be the finest we will ever face, we must not disappoint King Nitok" Dracula acted as the leader of the group, a long cloak worn over his suit of armour.

"This goes without saying… The minimum we can do, is take down the main barrier and push the living back into smaller confinement"

"We shall crush Tamaris in one fell swoop, their king has denied Luminary Nitok's proposal utterly, they cling to their miserable life far too tightly" Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Multaemanus and Nosferatu expressed two different ideas at once.

Doors in the distance were pushed open, leading way to a veritable congress of worshippers of death, ghouls, vampires and all types of undeads dressed in weary pale robes, no matter how ridiculous they might look in them, a particularly prominent one with mitre on his head, a small skeleton with some sort of beard still clutching onto the chin.

"Honourable Gravelords! Sir Loimos is ready" he declared with pride, presenting the undead like he was his own son.