Island of the dead. An mcd x oc collab story. ON HIATUS UNTIL FUTHER NOTICE!

Chapter 11: March of the Draugr.

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The ground shook with the footsteps of an undead warrior army. The camped out team looked around in surprise, unsure of where the noise was coming from. The ground shock, sending any animals that had been around them sprinting away.
"What in the lords? Is this normal?" Gold asked, strapping on his equipment as the stamping got louder. The others also started to panic as they packed up their equipment. Gold kicked a sleeping Travis's ribs, abruptly waking him up. Steven pulled out his telescope out at looked at the east. He struggled in the bright sunlight, though he saw a whole horde of undead warrior with rotted armour. Some were fresh, not even rotted; but other we're just skeletons, their armour barely clinging on to the White boney frame.
"Oh hell no..."

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Nihil looked up as the cavern started to shake, causing dirt to fall on top of them. Fragnir only laughed.
"Well. Seems like someone already has you covered. No one can survive a horde that big."
Fragnir's eyes looked back at the shadow demon, a slight distrust in his eyes.
"Nihil. I should warn you...I found some information about someone of your foot soldiers."
"And what would that be?"
"That Revenant that serves you...he poses a weapon that can hurt you badly."
"Arbaraxis seemingly has friends on the outside. The weapon is forged from Dragon steel, a deadly metal for demons."
"Oh. So you're not dumb. That's go- GAH!"
Suddenly Nihil stretched out his left hand and gripped the air, causing Fragnir to stop talking. He then swiped his arm to left, causing Fragnir to slam into the cave wall.
"I AM NIHIL, LEADER OF THE DARKNESS. YOU DARE SAY THAT I AM DUMB? YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN, LOOK IN THE MIRROR; THEN YOU'LL SEE WHOSE THE DUMB ONE!" Nihil shouted, his voice sounding like chorus of disoriented voices. Fragnir clawed at an invisible force around his neck, grunting in surprise.
"Heh. Just testing to see if the newest leader of the darkness can take action if necessary, seems like your the right man."
Nihil opened his fist, allowing Fragnir to drop to the ground; sending shudders through the earth.
"I know that you probably don't trust me. But you must be careful about this Revenant, his training, his motive, his strength of will....all of this troubles me. Now he has a dragon steel blade, it maybe that he causes your downfall."
"Do you believe I can't defend myself Fragnir?"
"You have made a lot of enemies in Ru'uan. They are no push overs like the huntsmen & huntresses of Remnant, I'm more concerned what enemies you have made."
"Should I be worried about them? I've killed primordials before, they'll be no problem."
"Don't be so cocky. They are very powerful, Titan dragons and Titan beasts should not be trifled with unless absolutely necessary. They were made to judge the gods and kill those who disobey the ancient laws. The Mayan, Incan and the majority of the Aztec pantheon were wiped out by a single Titan Dragon."
"I already have acquaintances among their ranks, nor do I plan to go back on my word about attacking them directly."
"I like your thinking. However, the Ru'uanians are ruthless when it comes to revenge. Your children will not be spared."
Nihil turned his back to Fragnir, dusting off his hat and walking through the dripping corridor.
"Goodbye Fragnir. Until we meet again."

Of course Nihil had other plans. This plan needed a visit to the destroyer.

And he had just sealed Fragnir's fate, for good.

He then opened up a blood red portal and stepped right through.

Meanwhile with the rag-tag team.
"RUN YOU IDIOTS! RUN GODAMNIT!"
Everyone was sprinting towards the camp, hoping to lords that they weren't going to die from a bunch of dead corpses.
Many of the legionnaires were waving their blood red flares, in an attempt to signal the camp that they were under attack. Harold turned to the horde, their old armour and thin limbs evident in the approaching crowd. He then looked back at his son, who was desperately shouting for help. He had to make a decision, leave with his son but most likely being caught up in the horde or buy some time for the kids to run.
He then faced the horde, his claws shooting through his fingers. He snarled and howled as he leapt head first into the horde. The draugr called out in surprise as Harold used his claws to slash through the undead horde. He laughed out in glee, his thoughts starting to turn into bloodlust. He roundhouse kicked one of the undead warriors into another, sending several flying into each other. He howled, white fur starting to grow on the back of his neck and shoulders, his teeth starting to sharpen into fangs, his ears started to sharpen, his eyes turned into a blood red and he launched back into the fray; turning fully into an albino werewolf.