Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

It was unclear whether it was the work of a specific ability, or if Lady Syklon was just that perceptive, but she had instantly realised that something was wrong with the two guards, not long after Loimos escaped the scene of the crime, multiple groups of guards surrounded the room.

The Lady was beyond being slightly displeased at this point, upon returning to her office, she discovered that the monster had trashed it all, or rather, it had erased everything from existence, she stored quite a lot of things in here, most were things she had memorised perfectly already, such a books and scrolls detailing battle arts, not very valuable things to her, even the furnitures were of little importance really, although it was annoying that her sheets detailing her gains and all were also lost, it was also all safely stored in her head.

What she couldn't stand was that something, anything had dared do this, and clearly, the fact that this had happened meant that the monster had tricked her somehow, which then revealed something else.

Although she dwelled in many businesses, the monsters she kept to sell and fight were rarely intelligent, their brains forcefully muddled if they appeared even a little bit too smart for the tasks they were assigned.

Those allowed to keep some of their smarts to make their fights more interesting were branded heavily with slave seals, a monster could run off, sure, but one that had its wits? Simply impossible, that wasn't allowed and this meant that they had been somehow invaded from the outside!

"Attention! Consider the monster a filthy intruder, work harder and kill it! Put the idiot's arms back on their right place too, the punishment shall be moved on to the guards that were in charge of the area that thing entered from, and let me reassure you, I will find where it came from!" the guards all froze in their tracks, only them hearing the words of their lady.

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They couldn't afford to make her wait at this point, a breach in security had only happened once before, they had failed to react in a satisfactory way to the problem, and the memory of what followed was deeply imprinted on the minds of the guards that had been there to witness it.

"Did you not fucking hear Lady Syklon?! Hurry the hell up, don't you value your skin?!" one of them leapt into action using one-hundred and twenty percent of his potential, unlocked by sheer force of fear, forcing the others accompanying him to up their pace as well.

Every place that had to be checked was checked, flinging doors open, they all worked with precise cohesion to search every single nook and cranny from top to bottom, otherwise, they might discover the imaginative mind of their lady come into play to show them what poor performances truly led to.

Meanwhile, Loimos had gone down into the basement, after getting a good look at Lady Syklon's office, he had met with two guards that he deemed simple targets and was now looking around at caged beasts, as well as guards looking around with great focus, getting on their hands and knees, shovelling away piles of monster's excrements, just to make sure the reason for their lady's ire wasn't hiding underneath.

After scouring through her many papers and all, Loimos had come to discover that what he was looking for was supposedly down there, and that it was a dungeon, she had linked it to her space-distorted manor and was making use of the monsters it spawned as free sources of income, having gotten a hold of the dungeon core, she had learned to tweak it to get specific monsters and materials.

She didn't trust any of her subordinates to do it in her stead, unfortunately, this heavily implied that no undead could be found here at all, the dungeon spawns were all living creatures, the skeleton unable to detect any death force anywhere.

Of course, it might be faint, perhaps the undead captive here was like those of the desert, in need of a slight bit of death force to get going, the life force in the air was dense, the basement levels filled with countless living.

Some areas housed hundreds of caged creatures, the most dangerous subjugated by slave brandings, the undead had thought of breaking them free, but the only ones that would be able to act were much too weak to pose a threat to the guards.

Some of the ones down there were otherwise more impressive than the regular guys that patrolled random areas, they seemed to be in charge of other guards, Loimos had to be extremely careful to not be spotted by them, the usual guards were already rather sensitive to anything unusual.

The higher-ranked ones got close to finding him more than once already, everyone seemed somewhat tense, distressed even, like their well-being was on the line, those guys were really crapping their pants at the thought of enraging a woman smaller about a tall as your typical halfling.

He managed to distract them by making noise using rot filled with air and dispersing it before they got there, he inspected the basement thoroughly, passing by rings surrounded by many clients, shouting obscenities and screaming their lungs out as they spectated fights of various sorts, monsters against monsters, people against monsters and all sort of variation to keep things fresh.

The way to the dungeon itself was completely off-limits for him however, he would have to come out into the open to access it, and it was guarded by multiple guards even then, the lady's order may have sounded like it was meant for everyone but the subordinates here knew very well that leaving their posts would result in a world of pain opening before their eyes.

'I require a distraction' and he knew exactly what to do to create a distraction, although it was dubious whether he could even accomplish it.

The corpses of many participants of the underground fights had been piled up in a hole, awaiting destruction once the day ended, still, despite the night of debauchery having started only a few hours ago, many corpses had already piled up.

Loimos had learned how to execute the necrotic art to raise the dead, however, it required him to make a movement with his arms, he could manage the spoken portion with just a hand, but he couldn't know whether moving his body that was well away from this place would work out.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But he tried it nonetheless, currently hiding in the swamp, he raised his arms a slight bit, as a word of the death tongue escaped from the disembodied hand.

And thus, Loimos discovered that it did indeed work as the corpses began to move.