Please excuse my fight sence skills. I suck at this, but I'm trying.
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I felt the glisening metal of the flag heat up a few hundred degrees as I began to infuse my soul essence within it. Soon enough, four glowing runes appeared as it crossed the 700-degree mark: "Imbue", "Territory", "Strengthen", and "Unity". I infused a strengthening Miracle into my body as I jumped high into the sky. I gripped the flag like I would with any spear. As I drew it back, I could feel my titan core beat in excitement as its strength answered my call. I knew jumping up was counterproductive since it would be far harder to generate any kind of real force without ground to stand on; hell, it went against everything I was taught, but that's no longer a problem for me now. As I infused soul essence into the soles of my shoes, two runes lit: "Solidify" and "Harden". They were two rather simple runes, but that did not mean they could not be helpful.
I felt my foot press on hard air as my throw was fully lined up. I couldn't be happier as I felt my muscles tighten even further. The strength I had now was beyond anything I imagined I ever would be able to wield; it was truly exhilarating, after all, this was not a feat of strength a dormant human should have ever been able to pull off. As the flag left my hand, it rocketed forward at almost 790 miles an hour, easily breaking the sound barrier. It was an insane speed that I couldn't even react to, and the sonic boom created even rocketed me back a few tens of meters. And only after I stabilized myself was I able to see the flag piledrived into the Lord of the Dead. It soon began to emit a faint yellow light that soon began to rapidly expand, and soon it was completely enveloping the underground passage way.
Once the light emerged from the chasm, I saw my signal. I shot forward, increasing the weight of [Clay Shell] by a few dozen times. I fell like a comet directly into the Lord of the Dead's side. Fracturing only a few of its tens of thousands of bones. The Balful moonlight of [Silver Moonlight] began to eat away at the Lord's bones as I summoned it to my side. It cleaved upward as I peddled left, evading one of its newly formed bone tendrils. I let [Silver Moonlight] carve my way through the forest of bones as my feet carved numinous runes into the floor. I could already hear the sounds of screams and injuries. Be it bone-crushing or mere flesh wounds. Seishan seemed to already be in position. Nephis and Effie were assisting the sleeper army. Kai and Caster were elsewhere with teams 3 and 4, respectively, at the moment. And Gunlang was keeping a few of its tendrils busy. I glanced back toward the mountain of bones as I ducked under a tendril aiming for my head, letting it ever so slightly graze my cheek.
I should probably pay a bit more attention to the fallen Terror in front of me than to the others. My eyes then glanced towards the back wall as I sprang up and over the Lord of the Dead as I let my cheek bleed, and its drops to enter the labyrinth that was its bones.
[You have Slain Fallen Beast: Corpse Eater]
[You have Slain Fallen Beast:...
[You have Slain Fallen Beast:...
[You have Slain Fallen Beast:...
That should get rid of all the blood suckers.
I softly landed as I heard it... the signal for part two of the plan to start, the echoing sound of splintered wood.
I swiftly cut down an incoming tendril, after the burning heat of Nephis' flames began to dry out my lips. With a quick lick, I could taste it, dust.
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Seishan POV
The [Sunlight Shard] pulverized the earth, yet it could only graze the bones of this undead tyrant. My breath was labored as I hastily brought my hammer to block the flattening might of the sole tendril. My bones creaked; their elongated form helped me transfer small amounts of the titanic force. My enhanced muscles caused even more pulverizing pressure around my bones; as I swung with the newly transferred force, and yet only a single bone chipped on the writhing mass of bones.
How?
My body only strained further, trembling as I forced my hammer back off the ground. I could grit my teeth as that blasted light of Keter's began to burn my soul. Why does Keter's light have to burn so much more than that bitches? And yet I felt it seep into my bones and mend them. I felt it string my muscles back together. I felt my divine blood beat in longing, as if it cared more for him than it did me.
How?
An army of arrows fell from the sky, piercing dozens of bone tendrils. Luckily, one of the ones struck was my own. Or was it luck? Knowing Keter, he probably told them to prioritize certain people's lives. It sounds like something he would do, I snorted as I nailed a few of the arrows straight through the now collapsing bone tendril. Relief surged through my body as it broke down completely. Dear Mother, these archers are horrifyingly good.
How?
I couldn't help but look towards Keter as, with a mere swipe of his sword, he cleaved through the bones of the undead terror with such practical ease that it looked effortless. He looked like he was fighting a dormant beast, not a fallen terror. Oh? It seems I caught his eye. I scoffed as I could tell his intentions. It didn't help that the girl in my ear seemed to mirror the sentiment. With a deep breath, I leaped off towards Gunlang. It seems my breaks are over with.
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Cassie POV
Keter's light did little for me, as I held no divine blood. It still helped slightly due to the mark of the unknown divinity, but the mark is still far too faint to be of any real use in this situation. Not like I was in any situation where I would need it, after all, I was in the backline preparing the arrow that would strike the terror's heel. The wooden tablet in my hand held a rune sequence that, when activated, would explode every single one of the tens of hundreds of wooden objects scattered throughout the cavern. Now you may ask, "If it's a premade sequence, are you really preparing it or are you sitting back doing nothing while claiming credit for someone else's actions?" You are partially right, since I didn't prepare the arrow. But I'm preparing the battlefield. Every single soldier from team 1 to team 4 was following my commands. I was using my visions to guide the entire battlefield. I knew every weapon, every injury, every tendril, every mistake; I knew everything on this battlefield. While I could not truly change fate for those meant to die directly. I could do so indirectly. For example, I have changed the fate slightly of multiple people who were supposed to live, by making them receive fewer injuries than they should have. And that less-injured soldier might just be able to help turn what would be a fatal injury of another soldier into a major but less fatal injury.
Now again, you might be asking, "Why is Keter not leading? He was the one who gave the speech; he was the one everyone looked up to." Well, it's because Keter is a horrible leader with his flaw. While you might say that one does not need emotions to lead, and on that front, you would be correct. But it's not just that he doesn't feel anything for them; he sees them as objects. They, in his vision, are a part of the background. Meaningless props. And that is a bad thing, a very bad thing. After all, why would someone try to save a random book in the middle of a life-and-death fight? And due to this, Nephis and I have to act as the main leaders while Keter is closer to a guiding light, something that can deliver them past all obstacles.
Hm?
I looked down as my spirit Pendulum began to spin counterclockwise. It seems team 4 won't be holding the skeletal army back much longer. It seems its time to move this plan along.
"Nephis, it's time."
And so with one single command, the first of countless blasts sounded.