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I am not a short-eared Elf! : Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2024-11-25 03:44:56 +0000 UTC"I am sorry, my lady. We have failed in securing the princess-"
The poor Beastman did not even have the time to scream as the figure hidden in the shadows of the cave waved her hand, causing four of the five Beastman to float in the air before they exploded in a shower of muscles, bone, and blood.
Strangely enough, the blood stayed afloat in the air even when the muscles and bone started combining and gave birth to a horrific monstrosity.
The monstrosity stopped continuously changing shape, settling into a tall form that looked like a combination of a wolf and a human, a beast that the humans of Earth would have called the textbook image of a werewolf.
The Beast, known as a Death Wolf on Aurora, simply stood there, waiting for orders from its mistress.
Then, a sensual voice rang out in the cave, but the remaining Beastman did not even dare to look up despite the voice's allure, because he knew that this voice belonged to a being beyond demonic in nature.
"This incident will set back my plan by a year at minimum. Fortunately, not all is lost. With Umbraxis's blessing, I have managed to gain some insight into the Elven kingdom. We should not have any problem toppling them with a well-equipped army. The only way they could become a problem for us is if the Dragons intervene, or the Orcs go on another rampage."
"What would you have me do? My lady."
"Gather the rest of your kin, and contact our agents in the Elven capital. We must prepare adequate troops for the assault. It must be swift but deadly. I give you one year. The Elven Kingdom must not exist after that."
"Understood, my lady."
But just as the cat Beastman was about to move, the Death Wolf moved, following behind the Beastman, causing him no small amount of distress.
"Use him as insurance should the Elves somehow manage to summon a higher spirit for assistance. I doubt the Spirit Kings will be willing to help them, especially after what happened last year, but it pays to be prepared."
The Beastman simply nodded at his ruler and retreated swiftly, as if his life depended on it.
But once again, his retreat was stopped as his ruler asked a question.
"What happened to my Rage Ursa, Edgar? You better not have smuggled it off, you don't want to join your 'brothers' in their contribution to my power, do you?"
The Beastman immediately fell to his knees.
"Forgive me, my lady. Our reports on Alaric Frostwind seem to have greatly underestimated his power. By the time we managed to find their abandoned campsite, we found the remains of the Rage Ursa near the camp. It would seem Alaric had managed to defeat the Rage Ursa, despite his injuries, and consumed it for sustenance while also taking the hide with him. We have only managed to retrieve the bones and some muscle tissue."
"….Very well. Bring the remains to me. They prove to be of some use in creating a few Undead troops, failing that, I can use them to further enhance my new pet."
"Understood, my lady."
This time, the Beastman faced no opposition and directly ran out of the cave, heading deeper into the network of caves that served as the hidden base of the Cult.
While the loss of a Rage Ursa is a blow to her forces, in the grand scheme of things, it does not matter much. Given sufficient time and enough sacrifices, she can make a few more of those. Rage Ursa, while hard to find naturally, are among the easiest Spirit Beasts to create using forbidden arts despite the massive number of sacrifices required to create one.
With a sigh, the leader of the Cult of The Void, known throughout Aurora as the Lady in the Shadows, The Black Demon, and a myriad of other names, leaned back on her throne. With a simple command, the blood that was still floating in the air rushed to her open palm, condensing into a bead that she swallowed as if it were candy.
"….Looks like I underestimated that old bastard. No matter. Soon, I will complete the task given to me by my lady, and I shall have my vengeance. Just you wait, Thandor, I will make sure your spirit watches as I destroy your legacy."
The Lady in the Shadows, the slave of the Black Empress, stood up from her throne and headed out, preparing to oversee the rituals required to bolster her forces.
As she proceeded deeper into the caves, many cries slowly started to resound.
Soon, she arrived at the area where the rituals were carried out. A place where many innocent beings were sacrificed in the name of the Black Empress and their dark goddess, a place where she was rewarded for the sacrifices in the form of more power and troops for her to command. So that she may carry out her orders more easily.
She watched as one such sacrificial ritual began.
While the lighting in the cave revealed the visage of a divine beauty, clad in a black dress. The only thing that the captives saw was a demon in Elven form.
"Please! Spare my son-"
"Why are you bastards doing this-"
"I don't want to die! I'll do anything you say-"
"Please, Oh great Lysara, save this servant-"
The demoness did not even flinch as she saw the myriad of beings, made of Elves, Beastmen, and many other races begging her, their gods and goddesses, and anyone else that would listen, to spare their lives.
Her subordinates dragged the slaves to the center of the room and initiated the ritual.
With arcane words brimming with hidden power, the priests carried out the ritual, sacrificing the innocent souls to the dark goddess Umbraxis, the goddess of Darkness, Decay, and Death.
The effect was immediate.
As the blood flowed from the beheaded bodies of the slaves, it formed the same pattern that adorned the robes of the Cult. Slowly, the dead bodies in the chamber started to twist and warp.
The soulless husks slowly transformed into horrific effigies of their former selves.
The Lady in the Shadows felt the connection form in her mind. With practiced ease, she commanded the zombie army to march deeper into the cave, to the location where she kept her undead army ready.
Indeed. The day was not far when she would have her vengeance.
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Phantom knight who can’t think of a better nicknam
It’s a bit eh
