Dragons

I'm going to be publishing two chapters on top of Monday's usual now that I've officially finished Volume 2!

<Rasaor Hel'ell>

Things were going incredibly well prior to the Universal Notification appearing: Hel'ell was actually on his way of staging a proper invasion upon the City of Forge and then once they fell he was sure that the rest of the Empire would shortly follow afterwards; He'd gotten an army totaling in the Millions of Undead of all kinds, each one leveled to over Level 100 just to make sure that they had fighting chance at storming the capital, and then he had Legions of other Undead like Ghoul, Poltergeist, Wraith, Wendigo for Spectre and Healing Tank front-lines, Dullahan for Calvary, along with his two General Undead Chimera being the Centaur back on the other world in his castle and the Leader Chimera, which was a mix of several venomous species including a Poison Drake he'd created solely for this purpose.

Then there were the other cohorts of Zombies, Skeletons, Undead non-sentient Animals, and others that he didn't care to remember.

Nearly half a million of his current army comprised of those three main Undead regardless and the rest were flanking calvary or brute force infantry like the Wendigo. Of which he had another, larger section of further back in the ranks as to be a surprise or a flexible force he could use to flank or push their offensive.

He'd even captured that (Young) Dragon and after a few test and some scrutinous identification techniques he realized that not only were they a 'she' dragon but they were also the perfect power source he could ever have hoped for: as their Magic power and Mana measurements were unmeasurable. Plus their healing factor made it so that there was very little risk of them dying in confinement or stress from the strain during the operation, so he could both reuse her as well as breed her and hope that her offspring had the same or better qualities that she did.

And if not, there was always the option of turning them into undead monsters that would both break her spirit and will, as well as give him a powerful source of new creatures to conquer the world with.

It was quite unfortunate that he'd managed to catch the ire of a Demoness of Envy though, as if he hadn't then he wouldn't have this associative mark on the back of his skull marking him as 'Talon-Touched' and his experiments could've gone further to draw in more Draconians and then he could surely have conquered the known galaxy and beyond. Hell, he'd already turned one of their Ancients into a puppet that served his wishes, so how hard would it be to snag a few hundred more...

He was powering up the Field Generator, an invention of his since a few centuries ago to not only make his machinations discreet and keep them off-world as to not get squashed the moment the Dragons sensed something was wrong, but also it was going to be a way he could teleport the entirety of his army into the area surrounding his castle on Aerethelia and there would've been nothing the Dragons could do about it!

They had a habit of fucking up his plans before they started, and it seemed that no matter where he went he couldn't escape that.

Rasaor Hel'ell thought that this was finally going to be the break he was deserved, a chance to finally show the world what he was capable of, but the moment the Portal has started to stabilize a World Notification ruined the moment:

Notice: A World's Chosen, The World's Reaper, has appeared somewhere on the conquered Planet of Rasaor Hel'ell's Rising Undead Empire.
(Take heed, for The World had marked you for Death, and The Reaper has come to collect).

"Fuck!" Rasaor Hel'ell swore, Things were just starting to come together, and now the World itself has sent a hit out on me? I need to make sure that my battery is secure... the moment he aimed to move units to guard the area where the female dragon was being kept was the exact moment he had a full system failure and the portal that was being stabilized flickered out of existence due to an extraordinary lack of sufficient power.

How? Rasaor Hel'ell thought, it hadn't even been five minutes since the notification was sent out...unless, no, it wasn't possible. Could the system delay World Notifications?

A deep sense of dread filled Rasaor Hel'ell in that moment. If The World itself was out for his soul then he was going to damn well make it impossible for it to do so, after all he was effectively immortal now that he'd encased his very being into that Cursed Plush, and nothing had been able to get past all of his traps thus far, so there was no way this one could too.

Regardless of whether it was impossible or not, he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks given that the System had already proven itself to be able to hide World Notifications from targets like him for a short time. Rasaor Hel'ell directed a good hundred thousand of his newly created Undead to go and roam the area around it and then he pulled all of his Poltergeists, a fair amount of Hellhounds, and nearly a thousand Wendigo to swarm the area and pack the building so tightly that not only would it be impossible for him to not notice if something attacked, but it would also be impossible for anything to get too far into the bunker without him knowing first and having plenty of time to move it before anything bad happened.

This he was absolutely sure of. So he focused on the next task at hand: finding where the glowing beacon of energy had gone to and making sure that they didn't escape.

He knew that the Female Dragon would likely try to go directly for the exit first, so he grabbed a couple of his stronger Wraith and designated them to guard the exit back to Aerethelia. He would direct the vast majority of the rest of his army there as well, but moving such a large force like he had took time, time that he didn't have a lot of, and even having directed the tenth cohort of his forces--a force of nearly a hundred thousand different types of Undead--to march over there immediately he knew that it would take them at least an hour to do so.

He just needed to find out how he was going to stall this World Reaper and make sure that the Light Dragoness didn't leave in the time it took for his forces to get there...

Rasaor Hel'ell was stuck in thought for a good long while as he contemplated what to do with this new unknown threat of his, and for a half an hour he went over the schematics of his own futuristic weaponized city and made sure to arm everything that he could given the limited power that he normally generated. He was in the middle of ordering his Wraith to stalk the streets when he felt that something was wrong:

Something to do with his very being, something important was missing...no...it couldn't be. Rasaor Hel'ell retreated into his inner space and followed the tether that connected him to his Phylactery, but there was nothing there. It was as if the very object of which his soul and being resided had disappeared out of thin air.

"I-Impossible" he stumbled, crashing back onto his throne in shock. It was gone. The very thing that made him immortal was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know how.

All of his undead were still at location.

None of them had been killed or so much as disturbed in the slightest.

Not even the Poltergeists and Hellhounds that were hiding in the shadows of the entire building had noticed a single thing.

It was Impossible. Incomprehensible. He shakily walked over to the window, half expecting to see the ghost that had taken his soul to be there, outside the widow, to taunt his very life, but there was nothing there. His city hummed as if nothing was wrong. His units moved according to his last orders. There was nothing that had happened to anything thus far. It was...horrifying.

Rasaor Hel'ell was an all-powerful Undead Lich King! He had Undead numbering in the Hundreds of Thousands and and entire planet that he solely ruled. Something like this, it was unnatural, it shouldn't exist. None of this should be happening.

A few minutes later and the first deaths he felt since this incident occurred, and they were the two Wraith that he'd posted at the Exit gate.

They hadn't even sensed what had hit them.

Rasaor Hel'ell wandered weakly over to his throne, the one thing that he had left: a throne made from all the skulls of those that he'd defeated and deemed too dangerous to raise from the dead. And not a few moments after he'd sat down in it did something catch his perception: A floating head was there studying his war-map. It was a furry creature, and peculiar: with half of it's body being perceptually not there, not just a form of (Invisibility) but actually just...not there.

This is a really cool map a child's voice projected itself from the disembodied head and Rasaor Hel'ell scowled. 

"Like a pitiful being such as yourself could hope to comprehend the scale at which my operations are..." Rasaor Hel'ell said, hoping that the creature would just go away and leave him to wallow in his defeat. 

I mean it you know, but instead of having only one flanking element you could've split the Calvary into two, come at both sides, and used the spirit creatures to go underneath the walls to come from the sewers and cause chaos before the real battle even began. This caught Rasaor Hel'ell's interest and he lent forward to look at the map himself, realizing that the small creature was right. He wasn't using his forces as efficiently as he thought. You're pretty much trying to use spectral beings to brute force their way amongst the front lines of an army that's going to be pretty much Magically Nuked to oblivion before they even got close to the city.

"What's a Magical Nuke?" Rasaor Hel'ell inquired but his Undead being froze with irrational fear as what he recognized to be yet another (Young) Dragon of a different species lifted it's head and looked at him with eyes that threatened to steal his soul away regardless of his protections: 

It had the most ruthless smile he'd ever seen any quadrupedal creature have as it looked at him with heterochromic eyes that had literal objects within their depths. The left one was a Purple Star that emitted the power of something he'd long since forgotten, and the right...the right was downright terrifying. It was the picture of a gate, one that he'd never seen before himself, but it was something that his soul wanted to claw it's way away from regardless of whether his body still lived or not. 

I have your soul. It smiled evilly, And a few questions... 

Dragons

I was going to make this longer, but I like this stopping-point XP

Sc'the has finally met the being that captured Aurora, and he's going to deal with him according to however he deems fit, so here's to hoping that our newly introduced Lich King can survive an encounter with the World Reaper and live to tell it's tale...

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