Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 17: DEATH (3)

I summoned the exit portal to the room, leaving immediately as time was now my most precious commodity. Emerging once more within the endless, desolate landscape that was the domain of the death itself, I cast a quick glance at my own bare form, devoid of suitable clothing.

"Is there anything you can do about my clothes?" I inquired.

[I can provide suitable replacements that are both stylish and durable]

"Perfect." I mused.

"I'll be needing that right about now; can't have the climax in rags now, can I?" It was a rhetorical question, of course.

[Cloth creation complete]

A brilliant azure light flashed as clothing materialized on my body, once again showing the wide variety of skills that the system possessed.

Thus, there I stood, my body the embodiment of strength in this ghastly terrain. My once unruly hair had been shaped into a short, silky and flowing, black hair that framed a face which had matured into striking handsomeness in a short period.

His emerald, green eyes, which were once filled with uncertainty when first facing the entities beyond humanity now held a steady resolve, even somewhat overflowing with confidence.

A dark hood, as inky as the abyss, shrouded me, its fabric concealing his very presence within the pitch darkness of the biome. Bearing a sly smirk before I finally began my journey to the final destination, as well as ending this god forsaken mission. I then vanished from sight, just like a whisper, I had disappeared into the background with the aid of the skill stealth, making me undetectable by even the most advanced technology.

Then a new scene presents itself. There was an oppressive darkness that came over this land, the sky above hung heavy with ashen clouds that blocked the moon. As far as the eye could see, there lay an endlessly army of skeletal monstrosities, an unholy assembly that defied imagination.

Gargantuan skeletal dragons, their bony wings outstretched and jaws agape, hovered in the darkened skies. Their empty eye sockets burned with violet otherworldly flames, flickering like distant stars.

On the desolate ground below were skeletal knights, their armor tattered and corroded by time, stood in an unholy, synchronized formation. Each clutched a jagged, blackened sword, its blade imbued with an unnatural power; poised to strike any that came their way.

Then dotted amidst the skeletal ranks were the supreme mages of the undead. Necromancers; cloaked in tattered, hooded robes commanded entire legions of the horde as per their lord's behest.

Finally at the rear end of this unholy assembly were the goliaths of war themselves. Massive giants of bone and sinew strode with earth-shaking steps. Their colossal forms cast monstrous shadows upon the desolate earth. The behemoths wield enormous, jagged clubs ready to crush any and all things that stood in their path.

The air was thick with the stench of decay, and a foreboding silence hung between the monstrous legions. There was something coming, they could feel it in with their souls yet there wasn't a trace of the enemy to be found.

Suddenly space itself began to warp as a humanoid silhouette began to protrude from an eerie mist. A hooded figure then materialized from the empty space at the forefront of the undead army, having a stance that was all but too relaxed. This alerted the dragons flying above as they began summoning forth massive torrents of flames, seeking to incinerate the intruder. The soldiers as well also marched forward while the necromancers began to cast all sort of archaic spells to enhance the undead beings' abilities.

With a mere raise of my palm, an unparalleled force manifested as a colossal, violet sphere. It swelled, dwarfing even the giants in size, threatening to unleash an unimaginable amount of power. But then, I grinned.