Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Four Deities created the world. That much was no secret at this point. But what was the world they created?

It was a vast world of water and rock that consisted of four continents and two oceans.

The largest continent was Edagon, the land of the giants in the North. It was vast and so were the creatures that lived upon it. It was believed that the giants were the legacy of the previous dwellers of Edagon, the dragons. These creatures were said to have been made by Quintess who loved to spawn unique entities. The same one that manifested as the lands.

The second largest was Feinheath in the South, the land of the humans. It was said that long years of peace after the Grand Wars had caused most of its power to fade, leading to a division into three countries of different beliefs and customs.

Quintess was said to have forged humans with the help of Listafelle who became the oceans, according to past records.

Opungale, the land of the Sif was the third, settling in the East of Aigas, bearing those that loved the taste of nature, choosing to halt their evolution and honing their connection to their mother, Listafelle who made them.

Amanas was the last, seen to be on the West side as no one knew much about it as a thick barrier was erected around it a few centuries after the other continents were formed.

Many had tried to force their way through after travelling the longest distance to arrive in Amanas’ vicinity but to no avail.

No one could pass.

Of the four Deities, Suzamete did not have much records other than becoming the sky but was revered nonetheless.

Boron, the one known as the Traitor was left out of the creation process, denied a chance to join in the occasion. In his rage, he created a small world of his own and attached it to Aigas. His hatred for his fellow Deities manifested vile beings that were devoid of any good within them, their only purpose to revel in the darkness of pleasure._.

Unfortunately for him, the other Deities created a huge gate that sealed this place from Aigas, not permitting the creatures of the Under from passing through using normal means.

…

“It seems the grace of the three Deities is not enough for some that have turned to Boron. They call themselves the Evenfall and are the prime enemies of the Purity,” Elita explained.

Skullius had been listening attentively all this time. It was certainly intriguing to say the least and certain parts fit into some of the loose information he had.

‘Giants, huh? So Sause…’ Skullius thought. To think giant naked bastard belonged to such a terrifying continent.

He recalled the Grinning Jester Fox calling Sause by the term, Dragonsson before it let him go.

All this was fair and fine but he still wanted to know something that he felt was like a huge hole in the story.

“What happened before these Deities made themselves into Aigas? Why is this Boron bro called the Traitor?” he asked.

Elita narrowed her eyes. This man really didn’t know anything!

She had confirmed it after watching his reactions as she narrated. It was all just unnatural. She planned to do a final check at the end, but so far, she was buying it.

“It’s simple. We need not question what happened before the Deities created Aigas. It’s not our right. There have been fools who have sought to tear apart the foundation that the Deities created for us already, asking that very question. It has brought them little glory before they ultimately fell down without grace.”

“Really? Just by asking that?” Skullius was puzzled. To him it was quite the valid question to ask.

“Indeed. Even the infamous Fulgardt the Immoral of the First Grand Wars fell,” said Elita.

Another bombshell dropkicked Skullius in the head and he couldn’t help but open his mouth wide.

‘Fulgardt?’

“You know him?” Elita asked sceptically. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that the stories of evil men were exalted over the truth of benevolent Deities that gave people multiple chances.

“I’ve heard… some great stories,” Skullius quickly replied, not wanting the conversation to steer into parts he would rather not answer.

“I see… Fulgardt believed that there was a greater force that made the four Deities themselves. He believed that it was the source of his world shaking power, this much I’m sure you’re aware from your…stories. Ultimately, warriors blessed by the Deities killed him, disapproving his words.”

‘…’

This piece of information truly hooked Skullius and made a part of him angry for some reason.

Such a thing…

It was a grand concept. Deities and another above them?

This sparked a true desire within Skullius, a fascination for the Insurgent Magnus class that he hadn’t had for a long time despite its incredible powers blooming at this moment.

***

A few thousand bodies laid on the ground, most donning normal clothing for the financially a’ight; shirts, dresses and crude leather shoes.

They were all corpses, many lives having been ended while the bodies were drawn from within the city of Eofel and dragged under one of the common houses at the edge of the city, clustered side by side while lying face down.

Every single one of them had a deep cut on the neck where the severed spine could be seen, a dull red flame flickering within the flesh.

A woman with copper shimmer hair and green eyes stood up as she had just severed the spine from the last corpse and finally took a breather from the arduous work.

“How tedious…” she said as she looked at the lined up bodies.

“Actuass said to cause a stir right? This much should be enough.”

The woman was the same one who had been with Actuass, the man in the white and green mask before.

She clearly recalled what her objective was.

It wasn’t to attain a victory or to wipe out the city.

It was just to rattle the peace.

The woman took in a deep breath as she drew in air into her lungs while an unsettling aura built up around her.

“Taking in the fresh air almost seems like the more unnatural thing to do. Is this what it feels like to comprehend the depths of death at a more intimate level?” she asked herself.

Over the course of seventy years (her face not supporting the age), she had graduated from being a common Necromancer to being someone who was close to being capable of using True Undeath.

Her current variation of the concept was very unique and after so long, she finally had her time to shine.

Her debut with <Faithful Message Undeath>.

As her mana ignited from her body, the flames within the necks of her thousands of victims blazed with an even grander fervour.

Soon, a certain woman in a plain linen dress stood, her body as pale as sheets. Her crooked motion was followed by several others from beside, before and behind her.

The eyeballs of all these corpses were set alight with a red flame as they were melted off in the next instance, the fire prevailing as the new replacement for vision.

Faint traces of red ran along the visible blood vessels of the corpses as they rose.

Some of them had darker shades than others, standing upright as their muscles tensed up.

From the first woman who stood up as a new entity to the old man who arose last, they all began to recite the same message over and over again as shockingly, what had been dying white and blue cores within their bodies became enveloped in a red halo!

“You cannot comprehend, the true beauty of death. The only true Divinity among many falsehoods. The truest reality in all the lands…” they all spoke in different tunes of voice.

The woman looked at this scene without emotion as she had seen it too many times. The cores of man that would crystallise and shatter into dust fragments upon death were preserved after she injected her concept of death.

Preserved, enhanced and empowered.

“And for good measure…” the woman said, turning to the ugly monstrosity that sat at the very end of the dark space.

One of the three masterpieces she had crafted in her time.