Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

-----

As the gods moved on their own plans and schemes, there were also many schemers in the mortal world, threats after threats. From the Vampires to the Frost Queen, to the farther foes wielding the power of the Evil God Fragments, and ultimately those that desire to bring the Calamities to destroy it all…

An Era of Calamity is approaching.

Within the vastness of the world, a large will seemed to begin to grow weaker. The world's will, the embodiment of the will of Yggdrasil sensed the power of the Calamities awakening across the world. Darkness has begun to spread.

Yggdrasil's Will continued growing larger, spreading across the world as she sensed the darkness that was approaching. The gods she had created, the Aesir, had turned themselves against her and their siblings, the titans, and dragons, and desired the entire world for themselves.

And that included their own mother, the World Tree herself.

"This will be the darkest age that will ever come to this world…"

A long-eared person, an elf, heard her words from afar.

Her beautiful blonde hair and her shiny emerald eyes shone brightly in surprise.

And so did a small, round shaped Treant on its spirit form.

Meanwhile, within Alfheim, a prophet capable of talking with the Yggdrasil Tree also heard her words.

"My children… you must gather your forces…"

"You must… protect your lands, and your people…"

"The gods… they're not your benefactors…"

"An Era of Calamity is approaching…"

"There is little hope left… Yet there's a dot, a small light I can see amidst this darkness…"

"Interestingly enough, it is a light made of the same darkness that will torment my strength and this world…"

"What an ironic twist of Fate."

"Find this otherworldly soul, and help her…"

"My strength… is fading away…"

The elf prophet finished hearing her words, as his eyes were left in shock.

Many of the other elves around him were expectant of his words.

But she simply couldn't say any!

The gods were not their allies?

The light amidst this darkness was… a being made of darkness itself?

And that person was also an otherworldly soul, a reincarnated person!

Above all, her voice… filled with so much fear.

"The World Tree is weakening… We must prepare for the Era of Calamity!" The beautiful elf woman said, her green hair waving gracefully. "I must first write what I've been told… And then, gather the Elders!"

The elves of Alfheim panicked, the words of the Yggdrasil Tree were filled with uncertainty.

As the protectors of nature and the ones closest to it, Elves always believed the words of the World Tree on their totality.

And they were always 100% accurate… after all, only the World Tree was capable of gazing through the fate of this world.

The Elders of Alfheim heard such words from the prophet, their faces twisting in confusion and despair.

"The Darkest Era of Calamity yet?!"

"What… can we even do now?"

"Our strength, is it enough?"

"So the World Tree said the true hero is the Hero of Darkness, and it is a woman, no less?"

"And what about the other heroes?"

The Elders, elves that have lived for thousands of years panicked.

However, a tall figure in the middle of the conference room quickly calmed them down with her voice.

"That's enough."

The Elders quickly stopped discussing, as they glanced at her beauty.

Amongst all elves, she was the most beautiful and fairest of maidens.

Long, rainbow hair, shiny golden eyes, long ears, and a beautiful, motherly figure.

What differentiated her the most from the other elves was that she was very tall, being over three meters of height, towering above all other elves.

And of course… her beautiful butterfly-like wings, rainbow in color. These wings were a sign of her being of the purest bloodline, direct descendants of the Vanir Gods, Freyr and Freyja.

"Lady Titania…"

Her name was Titania, the Queen of all Elves.

In the continent of Alfheim, Elves lived in large tribes, but they only had one single sovereign, the holder of the divine bloodline of the Vanir, the queen of elves, Titania.

"We've heard her words. There is no point in discussing things that won't change. Let us do as our mother says, and let's prepare for the darkest of times to come. Train the soldiers, conquer as many dungeons as we can, prepare our forces. And… seek the Heroine of Darkness, the one last hope our mother has deemed as our only possible savior amidst such darkest of times."

Her words were absolute, all elves lowered their heads before her divine presence.

"Very well…"

"We apologize for this…"

"We shall think about the future and what we must do."

"Thank you for your enlightenment, Queen Titania."

Titania nodded, as she smiled faintly.

Despite her smile, which filled with hope the Elders, deep inside, she felt conflicted.

"(Why, mother? Why is the Savior a Hero that wields the power of darkness and death? I simply… don't understand.)" She sighed internally. "(However, I am not someone that will doubt your words… I will bring her to my domain and see who she truly is.)"

As the Elders left, Titania looked across the open window within the enormous and beautiful palace where she lived alongside her subjects.

She glanced into the beautiful moonlight of the night sky. The stars shone the brightest this night. She felt conflicted and saddened, at the same time as worried.

"The Gods… are not our benefactors? What about the Vanir Gods, Lord Freyr and Lady Freyja? Are they your enemy as well, mother?"

She sighed. The words given were not completely clear. There were too many gods out there, deeming them all as "not benefactors" was very harsh. But perhaps the World Tree had no other way to word it.

"I can feel it… The Seed of Yggdrasil and the third wielder of the Vanir's Bloodline, both have awakened…" Titania looked into the distance, her eyes gazing through hundreds of kilometers into the continent of Midgard. "And interestingly enough, the Hero of Darkness must be with them…"

-----