132 Undead Unleashed (1/2)
Nivar stood atop her bizarre pet, a zombified giant. The giant was a primitive-looking thing, dressed in the furs of some massive animal, and with a dazed look on its passive face. Both of its tree-truck-like arms and legs were on the ground and even on all fours it stood several meters tall.
Unlike her pet, Nivar was not merely a mobile corpse. Nivar was a fully intelligent, almost autonomous undead being. And she had thoughts of her own. Presently all of her thoughts were fixated on the thick wooden wall that stood between her and her master's objectives: the extermination of a community of living mortals.
Nivar's hands were at her side. She had lowered them after receiving her blessing. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, the young grave giant rose them and did her own verminous version of a smile. But there was no magical energy gathered in her hands. She had a different idea in mind for how to finish the destruction she had begun. One that'd allow her to save her supped up spells for when she'd need them.
She stretched a single finger at the wall and spoke. ”Destroy.” She muttered, her voice soft and causing her to experience pangs of discomfort. Fortunately for her, she was as loud as she needed to be. The giant she was mounted on top of started forward with a halting gait, before finally beginning to sprint at the wall.
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There was a smile on my face when Nivar uttered that single word. It showed me something admirable about her: she knew she didn't need to do everything alone. There was a point in my life, days ago, when I felt that I couldn't rely on others. It was a feeling I never voiced, but one I felt all the same. I know better than that now. And I was happy that my worshipers were already so wise.
Parts of my mind were elsewhere, beyond my physical form, but the part of me that remained within my body was delighted at the events on Salifinos. Nivar and her pet were currently the undead servants of mine that were closest to mortal life on Salifinos and Nivar was showing me a little bit of leadership potential.
Depending on how she did here a part of me was open to making her a real leader within my horde. I could use leaders within that messy mass of undead might and it'd be nice if Nivar, one of the original undead I rose up before I had a horde, was one of them.
My dream-selves were making progress. They steadily explored the dreams they had infiltrated and were corrupting things. None of them had yet encountered the dream-forms of the people whose minds they had invaded, but I wasn't in a rush. I knew they just needed time.
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I watched as Nivar's pet swung its mighty arms at the wall that obstructed it. The beast panted as a result of the physical exertions it was being forced to do, to complete the command it had been given.
The giant was an eerie thing. It was far taller than Nivar herself, even when crouching on all fours, and had larger muscles than any other living creature I had seen aside from a dragon. It swung its limbs in an uncoordinated manner, merely bashing them against the walls that ringed the boundaries of the town the monsters were attacking, but it was strong enough to be effective anyway.