The city was no longer a city—it was a battlefield, its streets cracked and twisted beneath the weight of power. The summoner's eyes glowed, and with a gesture, the air quivered.
From the ground erupted a thousand undead, each a warrior of bone and shadow, bodies fused with remnants of the land they had once died on. Above them hovered a colossal summon, towering and jagged, like a mountain fused with living darkness. The horizon seemed to bend under its immense presence.
Lucien's eyes narrowed. "Everyone… focus. No holding back."
The Power System in Motion
The narrator spoke softly, almost as an omnipresent guide:
In this world, the power of beings stems from their void affinity—threads of existence outside the flow of time and matter. The Revenants harness the void directly, each with a specialization:
Lucien: The White Void, control over reality's fabric itself, capable of reconstructing and erasing matter at will. Kairo: Temporal Shifts, bending moments to create afterimages and disrupt enemy movement. Veythar: Spatial Manipulation, warping distance and presence to strike where foes cannot anticipate. Ashveil: Shadow Void, control over forms of darkness that can envelop and suffocate targets. Zarynth: Chaos Void, unpredictably warping matter in destructive patterns. Caelthorn: Gravity Void, manipulating mass and force to crush or immobilize.
The Mirrored Six complement them, each channeling parallel voids—light, elemental distortion, reinforced matter, time threads, kinetic projection, and psychic resonance—creating a perfect storm of coordinated devastation.
At their current level, each of the twelve operates at planetary threat potential, capable of obliterating armies or reshaping landscapes. Together, they function as a singular cataclysmic force.
Martial Symphony
The undead surged forward, and the twelve moved as one.
Lucien stepped forward, cloak fluttering as the White expanded around him. With a flick, the ground beneath hundreds of skeletal warriors vanished into nothing, leaving them falling into shadow pits.
Kairo flickered, fracturing time itself. Each undead that charged split into multiple afterimages, only to be intercepted by Eryndra's threads, binding them in frozen loops.
Veythar warped the air, punching through hundreds of bodies in a single strike, the void folding space around his fists. Zarynth spun through the battlefield, creating chaotic distortions that shredded undead from within, their forms imploding like broken glass.
Ashveil's shadows snaked across the ground, sweeping through ranks, pulling enemies into crushing void spheres. Nysera danced through the battlefield, striking weak points with blinding precision.
Caelthorn slammed his fists into the ground. Streets cracked. Entire buildings tilted as gravitational waves flung hundreds of undead into collapsing walls. Morwyn complemented him, weaving strands of kinetic energy that amplified the force with every strike.
Coordination Beyond Limits
Even as the giant summon bellowed and swung colossal limbs, it could barely touch the twelve. Each movement was a deadly choreography:
Lucien manipulated reality to erase massive strikes midair. Kairo fractured time, redirecting attacks back upon the summon. Ashveil and Veythar struck in tandem, shadows merging with warped space to tear open a colossal wound. Zarynth spun unpredictably, dismantling the undead horde around them while leaving openings in the summon's defenses. Caelthorn and Morwyn pressed the giant into a corner, forcing it to collapse, only to leap away before the rubble fell.
Every strike, every dodge, every weave was synchronized without words—pure instinct born of kinship and countless hours of training.
Even as the twelve pressed forward, the summoner laughed—or reality itself warped into the sound of laughter. The ground split violently beneath them, and a new energy emerged, darker, heavier, twisting the battlefield.
Lucien paused mid-strike, sensing it through the White:
Something else is coming. Something older… and far beyond this summoner.
The twelve froze, mid-motion. The undead crumbled around them, the giant summon faltering—but the world itself seemed to tremble.
Lucien's pale eyes glowed. "Everyone… prepare. This is only the beginning."
And above the horizon, a shadow larger than the city itself began to rise.