Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Unacunerra stood in the center of one of his fine creations, a small altar place in the very middle of an assortment of magic circles, runes, sigils and all that could fit into it, meant to further enhance any spells he would produce amongst other things, his wish for Rosemary to allow all students at once into any given mine was but hopeful thoughts, she was clearly going to stick to the method employed since the very start, keeping a watchful eye on her students.

Putting much carefulness to avoid them running into severe problems, and wrestling against her mana manipulation would supposedly not be very conductive, Loimos had warned him not to attempt anything of the sort before the finale.

Infusing mana into the stone around him, deep into the earth, and up towards the soil, he took control of it all, initiating the last portion of this little plan he, Loimos and One had brewed, a little special dish cooked up by the cold hands of proud undeads.

Everyone had their own roles to fulfil in this preparation, including even the livings they had partnered up with.

The ground beneath the feet of the students and their teacher rumbled, shaking with great intensity without any prior signs, Rosemary was already reacting, having noticed the influx of mana that she had come to recognise, its approach had been well concealed, leaving only little time to try and fight back, Unacunerra had had plenty of time to prepare for this particular spell as well, condensing the mana and adding as many layers as possible, making it certain that no portion of his spell would be completely nullified.

Allowing for the rise of countless walls, pillars and other random structures of both stone and earth, and to make sure that it wouldn't all just be blown away by the volcano witch, the undead himself emerged to the outside, although he certainly disliked and looked down on the living by principle, he did not bother trying to just exchange some random spell with her.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Loimos had been very clear about her, he had done everything to get as close to her as was possible, merging what he learned through that and what he looked up on her past achievements allowed for a clear picture on Rosemary.

With how much she had achieved at such a young age, things that Unacunerra had needed both the miracle of undeath and hefty talent to accomplish, it was obvious that no messing around was allowed, it was full throttle or be thrown to the gutter.

"Zone" he spoke aloud, such a complicated technique needed all the help it could get, and saying exactly what was coming before it did was a rather good condition to add, though, he could just speak in the death tongue to circumvent this little drawback.

But not today, he could not, he had to wear a disguise, taking the guise of a defiler, utilising the same ways he had provided for Loimos's Osworth persona, covering up the fact that he was dead.

Fortunately, unlike Loimos, whose mana was dead, Unacunerra had the regular mana everyone added, so there was no need to bother concealing that.

Following the spoken word, he recited the name of the particular spell he intended to inscribe upon his zone, using his finest creation in the manner of pure defence and nothing else, to reinforce his zone.

Rosemary didn't even blink upon noticing him ever so casually deploying the most supreme of magic, that was certainly worrying.

Not bothered as the ambient mana around the two of them were subjected and turned into the mysterious mage's own, she simply countered the greatest height in the best way it could be, by unleashing her own zone.

Unlike the undead, Rosemary's mana was already a special element, her trait in perfect accordance with her affinity, thus, as the wild mana was pulled toward two distinct casters, it brutally switch from a red hot element to its natural state, back and forth, every bit of mana intensely strained in the struggle.

The teacher writ a powerful offensive spell upon her zone, aiming to crush Unacunerra's incredible defence.

'By Nitok's beard! What did they feed her?!' he had expected a difficult battle, but that was a bit much, certainly, it was nothing like the zones that had crushed his own without even needing to fully form, but that treading the line of overcoming him too closely.

The royal guard was at a disadvantage on multiple levels here, although his zone was much more refined and perfected, which was to be thanked for being an eternal being and being wholly focused to the task, even when improvement only came in barely noticeable ways once every few years.

Despite this, the fact that she had a special trait of this sort made it that taking control of mana under her influence was more difficult than normal, not to mention the element used to form her zone was incredibly unique and powerful by default, he was only versed in more regular elements of the earth, elements she had certainly learned to recognise and how to effectively fight against.

Meanwhile, he had to contend with an element that had probably only ever been of use to her, he could sense things such as fire, lava, magma and many other things, the logical assumption would be that it had to do with volcanoes, but that wasn't the case.

He casted a simple spike of earth forward.

'He can cast spells even as we are clashing…' she noted, replicating in kind, even if he was once the backfoot concerning zones, he had the advantage of not feeling even the slightest strain by maintaining it and casting more magic simultaneously.

Their duel would last for a few more minutes.

Everywhere else, holes opened up in the ground, allowing for defilers and puppeteers to come bursting out, a total lack of cohesion in between the two groups, the defilers did not even have it with one another.

They could hardly work together, their numbers much higher than any might have expected, the students had been well taught however, fighting back without question, some of the enemies suddenly going up into flames, somehow, their teacher was still protecting them.

As for Gelter, he was pulled underground, separated from his lady, made to face another knight.