Saga Of Jyron, Overlord Of The Dead

l had a decent bit of strength. Mages ran out of magic eventually and so a strength surpassing that of most humans was necessary. It was not a matter of care from the Necromancer but a matter of logistics. More skeletons living on meant less work for him.

After hanging on for about five minutes Jyron let go.

Alright, not here. With slight disappointment but a resolve to get things done Jyron went farther into the battlefield.

After about twenty minutes of walking Jyron finally found the ”power ” he has been looking for.

A skeleton with a rusted crown and flickering green flames lay on the battlefield. Its legs completely destroyed. Its rusted crown was tilted downwards on its sad head. Its ribcage was broken in many places and one of its arms was gone.

”You poor thing. Ones a symbol of power and now a skeleton being forgotten in this battlefield. Your master has abandoned you. ” The skeletons flames became fierce and burned bright in its eyes. The fierce flames of hatred quickly burned out and went back to the weak, withering flame it was before.

”Worry not, withering one, for i Jyron, Supreme One will personally put an end to your misery. You will serve death himself through being nourishment for me. ” Jyron stook his hand out towards the skeleton and placed it a few meters away from its head.

Devour Soul black and purple wisps of energy slowly formed a whirlpool. Unknown to Jyron and most people onlooking the soul of the skeleton began to be sucked up into the whirlpool of death.

The skeletons soul began to be torn apart. Much of the soul left and rose into the air and was wiped away, but some of the soul – barely a few shreds of it – flew towards the whirlpool. As the tiny fragment of the once abominable skeleton went into Jyrons body he felt power rise in him.

[Fragment of Dushar The Unbindable Demi Lich has been absorbed. Obtaining some of his abilities.]

[Skill Conjure Skeleton, Skill Unbindable, Skill Void Movement Obtained]

”…? ” Jyron was at a loss. Suddenly all urges to kill the Necromancer was gone. His desire to serve was also severed.

”What the hell? ” For the first time in Jyrons short life, he had absolutely no goal. But one thing remained; his thirst for power.