Couldn't do anything else the Crystallce glared at the death lord… if sight could kill, Azarex would have died a thousand times.
Looking at the monster, Azarex whispered, "Now… now, don't act like that… it's already over… hahaha!"
Lifting his remaining hand, Azarex put it on top of the last royal guard's head. Slowly his corrosive mana entered his body… racing to reach the core. At first, the death felt some opposition but soon it covered everything… like always.
'Huh! The hard part is done..' Azarex sighed as he remembered the battle.
After creating the first undead, the battle really took a dark turn. With the combination of his death and ice, Azarex managed to win against another royal guard.
After that the battle was really unfair… it was now three against one.
One of the undead guards had bound the monster in its place, while another was breaking any spell he tried. Soon enough, the conversion finished, and now Azarex had three royal guards with him.
