Master Of None

2183  2183. Endless Obsession

Walker could see a large pendant that the immortal king wore around the dark cloak. It glowed with an odd light which was more mysterious than what Walker had seen the immortal king wearing before. But he could vaguely sense spatial mana. Meaning that it might be something left behind from when the immortal chasing race still existed. Judging from the way that the immortal king was shouting and slamming his fists on the ground, it was clear that he was not making a success even though he ahd made it to the death elemental plane. He clearly had some minor control over death mana, but the more he tried to force a full undead to rise, he failed. He wasn't just trying to make an undead that was a servant, but an undead that was exactly like him. Mentality and all from when the body was alive. Once the immortal king stopped, he took out what appeared to be a small item. 'Shriveled heart n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Upon the death of those from the immortal chasing race, they will turn to ash and all their mana, mentality, and even what they believe to be a soul is sealed within their heart. It becomes entirely dormant so that they can potentially be brought back while their ashen body is used to create a unique form of undead called an ash spawn. Because they did not fully grasp what they were doing, the sealed mana is unstable. The only reason it remains is because of the complicated sealing runes all over it. As they never truly died, they are already technically a form of dormant undead, not that they can actually be considered living in even an undead from within the shriveled heart form. Forcing their souls to be trapped within the shriveled heart is considered a grand taboo. The only reason that has not been reminded is due to the fact that the world has been cut off from the grand existence. It will adjust over time. The shriveled hearts will degrade once exposed to flowing manas and return the flow proper. Returning a being back to life using this method is improbable due to the lack of proper body, lack of enacted mana flow, lack of intact soul without damage at all, and lack of other varying factors pertinent to existence itself.'

The all around appraisal was shocking. Walker had never imagined that the immortals chasing race would do something like this to themselves when they were about to perish. They ahd literally risked everything that they were for the chance that they could be reborn as proper immortals. An entire race that was completely obsessed with becoming immortals that they wer enot only committing grand acts of evil, they were literally causing themselves endless suffering for too many years to count so that they had a chance. They went against existence itself and committed taboos so that they might become immortal! They broke the flow of mana so that they had that chance. The dedication was impressive, until it wasn't.

Now it was only evidence of their greater evil deeds. Showing off that they were not just a flailing intelligent race but that they themselves had always had the potential for becoming monsters above all other monsters. Not just in the sense that they would be considered bestial and terrifying. No, monsters in the sense that they could not be considered as part of the world order at all!

"Those things are shriveled hearts. The immortal chasing race sealed themselves within it at the moment of their death. Those skeleton revenants are a failed attempt to bring them back to life using death mana."

"You mean that the immortal king thought that he could bring them back because death was where they were then?" Too Remey, this sounded idiotic. Why would death be the answer to death? Wouldn't life be the answer? "Don't try to understand him. He's an undead who was alone and created horrors for hundreds of years. The more you follow that way of thinking, the more that you will become like him." Su's reprimand made Remey slightly annoyed, but she accepted it since it was true. The immortal king had been warped. Twisted beyond sanity before he had become an undead. Now, he was even worse since it was freedom that he had finally gotten after too many years trapped. And of course, he was still trying to do things that were somewhat impossible. "So, with that all said and done, can we worry about these skeletons coming at us. Or revenant skeletons things?" Since Gil had been watching them come closer and closer, he was getting more and more on edge. Danger that he couldn't handle alone was not what he wanted to be dealing with right now. "There's another one now that he tried whatever it is he's doing again." That meant twenty one revenant skeletons were not moving around looking for whatever they could gather for the immortal king. Following his orders. "You should handle the revenant skeletons. I will see what I can do with the immortal king. His body is weaker than it was before. Even after touching the undead elemental plane. I might be able to get him to remove the skeletons. Maybe we can get him to let go and move on while he's here." Walker's hope was not blind. From what he saw, the immortal king was losing sanity more and more as failure in this grand goal of bringing his immortal chansing race back as the immortal race continued to be a failure. The rest of the party watched Walker put Onyx on the ground and start walking out in the open. With a single movement, Walker leaped in to the air and dashed to where the immortal king could see him. Silence hung in the air around them. Neither spoke, but their full attention was on the other. "You are persistent." The two looked at each other again. Walker could feel that the immortal king had been able to better master the elemental manas than what he had before. Clearly the natural mana he had gained from Walker when he asked for assistance had proven valuable. Not only had it allowed the immortal king to somehow make himself another body and free his mind from being trapped within the tower, but it had increased the new body's ability to use mana overall. That new body was still weaker though. It lacked the years and years of continuous growth that the immortal king had undergone by becoming an elder lich. The bones had been perfectly acclimated for him existing as an immortal chasing race member then becoming an undead. It was his and perfectly fitted to his mind and soul. Naturally any other body would not meld as well. "You think you have enough strength to achieve your goal of defeating me here? I have gained control of death mana. Enough to slaughter that small city you created. An alliance like that would just be the next undead ruins for me to experiment in." "Do you think that we wouldn't follow you? The elemental planes have been cut off from the world for generations. Now that the wrongs are put right, you are the last wrong that could cause a war between the world and the elemental planes. There are rules here and you have already broken many." "If you can surrender yourself and undo those revanent skeletons, I may be able to guide you to a proper end. Better than being imprisoned for your crimes." "You think I would die!" The angry roar came with the might of various manas surging around the immortal king. His unstable emotions paired with the clearly unstable mana showed off just how dangerous he still was. Even though the immortal king had changed his form to another skeletal body, he had not diminished in ability. He still had knowledge that allowed him to use magic beyond what many would and could use in a shorter life. Especially skills that boosted the physical aspects of his body. "You would want me to roll over and die leaving everything empty!? You would let me die and lose every single thing I have worked for!? Would you just let it all go if you were the last of your kind?" The mana surged even more causing the death elemental plane to stir. Walker could see the manas moving and altering the plane. The stillness was becoming active. However, there was nothing about that. The death elemental plane might flow naturally with every other mana. But it showed a stillness that came with death. A peace of sorts. Now that was being disturbed. He had no idea what after effects this might have on balance. He couldn't afford to speak any longer.  .…

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