CHAPTER 503: EVENT HORIZON (1/2)

However, events would soon prove even more troublesome than I had initially thought.

I assumed that Umbra’s death would lighten our load significantly, but something happened that exceeded my expectations… the village was now destroyed.

Not long after Umbra died, the ground began to quake. The ground in the center of the village began to crack apart first, from which a sickly green draconic head suddenly emerged. Its emergence sent the rocks and even the buildings above it flying into the air and towards the villagers.

“Save us… ahhh….”

A number of the more unfortunate villagers yelled before they were unceremoniously squashed by a landing debris.

The giant draconic creature opened up its gaping maws, and spat out an eerie green mist that slowly rose into the air, blotting out the sun soon after. The sheer thickness of the green mist prevented any sunlight from reaching the village beneath. In other words, the Undead were no longer weakened in day.

As the giant draconic creature continued spewing forth fumes, the village of Lyon was slowly engulfed in that strange green mist. Those villagers fortunate enough to be alive were horrified at what they saw, scrambling head over tail to evacuate from the village. Even a fool could tell that a giant dragon-looking creature and his mystery green smoke was not a good sign.

Unfortunately, they were but ordinary people. They had neither Fighter’s Aura, nor mana. Furthermore, the sheer size of that creature meant that the damage to the ground had spread quite far. Cracks and rifts abound, the villagers could barely get a steady footing, let alone run. The proximity of the creature also meant that a significant portion had been exposed to large quantities of the fumes. Soon, they began to exhibit worrying symptoms. Vomiting; Breathing problems; Weakness in the limbs; Lightheadedness; and etc…

“Not good, the mist is toxic! Everyone, get on your air filtration tools!” A natural-born commander, Zurnalin quickly realised what was up with the fumes before even the villagers.

Assassins often had to embark on difficult missions that sometimes required one to traverse through toxic environments. Naturally, given that the Dark Elf soldiers I brought with me were all Assassins, they each had a tool to filter the air on them. Its appearance resembled that of a gas mask back on Earth. The difference being that this gas mask operated on a magical array to filter the air, one that was powered by a mana crystal contained within.

“Master, that mist is called the Veil of the Dead, an area spell Necromancers use to block out the sunlight. Not only are Undead not affected by the sun while under it, they are even strengthened by the spell itself. The level of strengthening has to do with the thickness of the mist.” Jezsere explained as she retrieved two gas masks from her dimensional ring, and put it on herself and Ann.

Having done that, she continued on by explaining the origin of that draconic creature. “That creature is a Dracolich, a gigantic, Undead, landbound Dragon. They are created from an amalgamation of Undead magic and Witchcraft. Based on the thickness of that mist and its sheer size, it should be at the peak of Eight-star…”