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Eastern District...
The undead were not powerful.
Individually, they were fragile. Slow. Crude.
But they kept coming.
Cut one down—another crawled from the shadows.
Burn five—ten more lurched from the alleys.
Blast a street clear—fresh corpses rose behind them.
They were not an army of strength.
They were an army of numbers.
Until the caster fell—This would not stop.
Somewhere, someone was feeding mana into this nightmare.
And no one knew how deep that reservoir ran.
Eastern Sector — Silver Eagles & Allies
Water surged through the street like a living river.
Noelle Silva stood at the center, silver hair whipping behind her as she raised her grimoire.
"Sea Dragon's Roar!"
A concentrated blast of water tore through a cluster of undead, blasting them into walls and dissolving the magic animating them.
She stepped forward—Too far.
A dozen undead collapsed in on her position from the flanks.
Before she could react—Mercury spears rained down.
Nozel Silva landed beside her, his expression sharp.
"Stay within formation," he snapped.
"I was fine!" Noelle shot back.
"No, you weren't,"
Nozel replied immediately, slicing through another advancing wave with cold precision.
Behind them—
Nebra Silva and Solid Silva exchanged a glance.
"...."
"...."
"…Since when is he this protective?" Solid muttered.
Nebra's eyes narrowed slightly, observing their usually distant elder brother.
"He's been like this for a while now," she said quietly.
It was true.
Ever since certain… influences.
Ever since certain truths.
The cold arrogance that once defined the Silva siblings had softened—if only slightly.
Nebra no longer looked at Noelle with disdain.
Solid no longer mocked her failures.
Even Noelle had noticed.
And now—
Nozel seemed almost… agitated.
Every time Noelle stepped forward.
Every time she took a hit.
Every time she pushed too hard.
Another undead lunged toward Noelle—She destroyed it instantly.
Nozel's jaw tightened anyway.
"Don't rush ahead," he said again, voice lower this time.
Noelle blinked.
-Blink
"…What's wrong with him?"
She muttered under her breath.
Then—A memory surfaced.
Nebra's dream. The one she had hesitantly shared weeks ago.
Their mother. Speaking. Warning. About something. About someone.
Noelle didn't fully understand it.
But she remembered the tone. Urgent. Protective.
Her eyes flickered toward Nozel again.
'Is that why…? Is some thing is he hiding from them?'
Another wave of undead broke her thoughts apart.
She tightened her grip on her grimoire.
"Later," she whispered to herself.
Water spiraled around her like a defensive tide.
Right now—They needed to hold this line.
Because until someone found the summoner—
The capital would keep drowning in bodies that refused to stay down.
Rooftops Above the Southern District...
Ice Ascends... Fire roared below. Ice cracked above.
Jak the Freeze carved through the street like a performer on a frozen stage, snowballs exploding in bright bursts of frost that locked entire clusters of undead mid-charge.
"HO HO HO—GET FROZEN."
Another flick. Another explosion.
-BOOM!!!
Statues of ice replaced snarling corpses.
On the opposite side of the square,
Mereoleona Vermillion was reducing everything she touched to ash.
Her laughter rang out wild and unrestrained as flames spiraled around her fists.
-Hahaha!!!
"Don't slow down!" she shouted.
Jak grinned sharply.
-GRIN!!!
"SLOW? I'M JUST GETTING STARTED."
Then—
He felt it. Not the undead. Not the flames. Something else.
Mana. Focused. Above.
Jak abruptly changed direction.
Instead of continuing forward, he drove ice beneath his feet in a sharp upward angle.
A thin frozen path formed instantly, spiraling along the side of a tall building.
He skated up the vertical surface effortlessly.
Higher. Higher.
Ice forming under every step.
He launched from the rooftop edge, spun once midair, and extended a frozen arc that hooked onto a neighboring tower—pulling himself upward in a graceful, glinting climb.
The capital burned below.
From above— He could see it.
At the center of one of the burning districts.
A man. Standing atop a ruined carriage.
Long, dirty pink hair falling over his shoulders.
One eye covered by a headband adorned with a golden eye emblem.
The uncovered eye shimmered strangely as he stared at the corpses littering the street—not with horror.
But fascination.
He ran a hand through the air, studying the remains as undead continued to rise around him.
"…Too fragile," the man muttered to himself.
"Too unstable. The bone density collapses too quickly…"
He nudged a half-formed undead with his foot.
"I need stronger vessels,"
He continued, voice filled with scholarly obsession.
"Durability. Endurance. Perhaps layered reinforcement…"
He crouched beside a body like a craftsman inspecting materials.
"…Yes. Manufacture something better."
Jak narrowed his glowing eyes.
-FROWN!
"...."
Ice crept along the rooftop beneath him.
"FOUND THE PROBLEM."
The summoner didn't notice him yet.
Too absorbed. Too fascinated by his creations.
Jak stepped forward, frost crackling underfoot.
"HEY, PINKY."
The man's head tilted slightly.
Slowly. Calmly.
He looked up. And locked eyes with something skating toward him across the skyline.
The air grew colder.
And for the first time—The summoner realized he was no longer observing his experiment. He was being observed.
The pink-haired man tilted his head, golden eye glinting as he stared at Jak the Freeze.
Fascination. Not fear.
"Remarkable…" he whispered. "That body. That mana structure. If I could obtain it…"
He smiled slowly.
Jak's eyes narrowed.
-FROWN!!!
"TRY IT."
The man straightened, brushing dust from his coat as if greeting a guest at a gallery rather than standing in a burning city.
"I suppose introductions are appropriate," he said with theatrical calm.
"Rades Spirito."
He sneered faintly.
-Sneer.
"Former Magic Knight of the Rades Spirito of the Purple Orca."
His gaze shifted toward the distant palace.
"And what an honor… to meet the King of Clover himself."
Jak stepped forward, frost thickening beneath him.
"IF YOU WERE A MAGIC KNIGHT… WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING THE CAPITAL?"
Rades paused hearing Jak's question as if it touched his sour part of his.
Then—
He began to laugh.
Not wild. Not broken. Calculated.
-HAHAHAHAHA!!!
He pointed toward the palace towers.
Toward the captains battling in the distance.
"I hate them," he said simply.
The word carried venom.
"I admired them once," Rades continued, voice tightening.
"I was a commoner who looked up to the Magic Knights. I trained. I sacrificed. I dreamed."
He placed a hand over his chest.
"My magic… Wraith Magic. One of the rarest. One of the strongest."
His smile faded.
"And that was the problem."
Jak didn't interrupt.
"...."
"When I joined the Purple Orca," Rades said, "they didn't see talent. They saw inconvenience. Something different. Something they couldn't control."
His golden eye gleamed.
"My teammates whispered. Nobles frowned. Royals scoffed."
His voice sharpened.
"They hated my magic."
Rades clenched his fist.
"They accused me. Fabricated crimes. Banished me from the very squad I bled for."
The undead around him twitched, reacting to his rising mana.
"All because they didn't like what I could do."
He looked back at Jak, expression cold and steady.
"They cast me aside."
Jak's voice lowered, frost radiating outward.
"SO YOU DECIDED TO KILL INNOCENTS?"
Rades shrugged lightly.
"They're not innocent," he replied. "They're protected by the same system that rotted from the inside."
He spread his arms.
"And now… I build something better."
Undead rose behind him in synchronized motion.
"An army that doesn't discriminate," Rades said. "An army that doesn't betray."
Jak's eyes burned icy blue.
"YOU'RE JUST BITTER."
Rades' smile sharpened.
"No," he corrected softly.
"I'm evolving."
The wind shifted.
Below, the capital burned.
Above, frost crept across stone.
And on that rooftop—Ice prepared to meet resentment head-on.
Rades Unveils His Masterpieces
Rades lifted his hand slowly.
"Wraith Magic: Eternal Assembly."
The air behind him twisted like fabric being pulled apart.
Five coffins of dark mana rose from the burning streets below, suspended midair before crashing onto the rooftop in a circle around him.
The lids shattered.
One by one—They stood.
No. 0 – Michael Caesal
A towering figure in torn white clerical attire, stitches running across pale skin.
A smiling porcelain mask hid his face, grotesquely cheerful.
Wind swirled violently around him.
Metallic spikes erupted from his arms.
"This one,"
Rades said proudly, "was crafted from the remains of two former Magic Knight Captains."
Michael flexed, the air screaming as twin magics fused—Wind Magic accelerating movement while Spike Magic formed lethal protrusions along his limbs.
No. 1 – Carl
Thin. Wrapped entirely in white bandages.
Diamond ornaments glinted across his robe, and a single large eye-shaped emblem covered his face.
A shimmering dome flickered faintly around him.
"Barrier Magic," Rades murmured. "Defense perfected."
No. 2 – Alfred
A levitating corpse with no legs.
Arms bound in a black straitjacket.
Bandaged head tilted unnaturally, twin eye ornaments fixed forward.
Lightning crackled violently around him.
"Offense," Rades smiled. "Clean and efficient."
No. 3 – David
Massive and bloated, draped in patchwork clothing.
Peg legs thudded heavily against stone.
Mud began to seep from beneath his body, spreading across the rooftop.
"Control the terrain," Rades explained. "Limit movement."
No. 4 – Jimmy
Tall. Disturbingly tall.
Long arms dangling nearly to his knees, black bandages wrapping head and torso, belts strapped tightly across his body.
He slowly raised one arm—
Magic bullets formed at his fingertips, pulsing darkly with Curse Magic.
Rades' golden eye gleamed.
"My strongest collection," he said softly.
"Each one modified. Enhanced. Superior to their living forms."
The five undead moved into formation around him.
Jak the Freeze stood alone across the frozen rooftop.
Ice crept outward instinctively beneath his feet.
"YOU'RE CALLING THIS 'BETTER'?"
Rades smiled calmly.
"I call it progress."
Michael vanished in a burst of wind.
Jak barely reacted in time—spikes tore across the rooftop where he had been standing a fraction of a second earlier.
He skated backward sharply as mud erupted upward, trying to trap his legs.
Lightning crashed down from above—He flipped sideways mid-slide, ice spiraling beneath him.
Barrier magic shimmered around Rades as Jimmy raised his elongated arm—A volley of curse-infused bullets screamed toward Jak.
He froze a wall instantly—
The bullets shattered through it.
Jak's eyes narrowed.
-FROWN!
"OKAY."
He straightened slowly.
Frost swirled around him, temperature plummeting sharply.
"NOW IT'S A PARTY."
Below, the capital burned.
Above—
Ice prepared to fight five nightmares at once.
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