The Ruined Death Knight-Novel

Leaving the ruins on top of Skull Clawback and holding a crystal that contained a powerful undead named Nersan´rah. The three moved through the sandstorm to reach their next destination.

By the time they got away from the sandstorm range and were unable to see it from far.

The sandstorm that in fact was being subconsciously controlled by the Devil started to weaken as the Devil has now been killed. And after hours after its death, the sandstorm that its true identity lay in being a barrier has fully vanished.

The Devil of Azu´rah, that terrorized the desert of Azu´rah for years of the end has finally perished in the rumbles of the tower, the place that this being was born.

Or rather manifested.

The lives that it took were countless.

The city and villages that were starting to flourish perished and were drowned by waves of sands.

Many challenged the supposedly Devil of Azu´rah, but their fate was no different than the ones that it buried in the sands.

Be it for fame or becoming a hero, challenging themself against that otherwordly beast and seeking the secrets that made the Devil of what it currently was.

Out of all those, only 4 people survived.

And currently in the ruined city that was once named Ged´uruk, 4 blinding blue lights came from the sky above and down in the remains of the tower. 

Such a sight could one describe as if heaves send out divine punishment to the mortal world.

Alas, they would be wrong.

With the blue lighting slowly disappearing, four figures wearing brown cloaks and hiding their body appeared out of the lighting.

"So where is it? Where is the big mass of meat this time!?" The first of the cloaked figure that moved put her hands together and cracked her fingers. 

Her voice was that of a female one holding lots of confidence and eagerness. Though their body was hidden by the cloak, one could estimate that she was a whopping 1.84 meters tall. If one were to observe her feet for some unfound reason, they would notice that she was walking bare-footed and that her skin was more of the brown skin color.

Behind her, a cloaked figure reached the height of 3.5 meters that had a massive halberd resting in his shoulders looked around the remains of the tower. Gazing towards a certain place where lots of dark blood were spilled, he figures pointed at that place with his slightly blue finger.

"Over there, Death Caller." The tall figure said with a rough and loud voice.

The one holding a black staff with a huge dark crystal in the front end of the staff turned him towards where the huge figure was pointing.

Seeing the black blood together with the corpse that was oozing such blood, the magic caster was surprised.

"This is..."

Turning to the direction where everyone staring, the four robed figures said what everyone had in mind.

"Isn´t this the Devil?" The robed figure with a man's voice said in a surprised tone.

"Ehhhh!? No way!" Shocked, the hooded girl leaped towards the corpses with one single jump and started tossing rocks all around the place.

"That idiot, what if it´s alive." The man whose weapon was hidden under his cloak shook his head as he followed behind her.

After clearing a bunch of rocks with no seeming effort, the neck hands were revealed for others to see.

Well, at least their remains.

"Boss! It´s really dead! What should we do now!?"

The man holding the black staff walked beside her and looked to the ground, his expression hidden from others thanks to the cloak.

Looking at a particularly neck-hand, the one holding staff senses some mana that he knew wasn´t from the Devil itself.

`Someone fought against this thing. Did it also collapse the tower on top of it and managed to kill it?´ That was the conclusion that he came at.

Knowing that this sort of mana wasn´t from the Devil, the one who fought the Devil probably either defeated it alone or just collapsed the whole tower on the Devil.

`If that´s so then he should also be buried alive.´

While he was in his own world.

The girl was pissed.

"Ahhh! Come on! We chased this little bastard for a whole year and even lost Verengan not long ago! I can´t accept that this thing died like this!"

Shaking his head, the one holding the staff touched the corpse of the Devil.

"No, it doesn´t matter who killed this thing. All that matters is that it´s finally dead."

In the next moment, the large corpse of the Devil disappeared into the thin air while the blood that has already fallen started floating into a ball shape.

"Though it was an annoying endeavor, we can finally move on." Bringing out a large jar of special glass, the one holding the staff guided the mass of blood towards the jar.

Collecting all the blood of the Devils, the jar disappeared similar to how the Devil´s corpse did.

"Though it´s a pity that we lost Verengan and all the others early, Their deaths weren´t wasted."

Rolling her eyes on the staff holder, the girl replied in an annoyed tone.

"Boss! Your jokes aren´t funny!"

"She is right, Death Caller." 

"Mhhm..."

With all the others nodding in agreement, the staff holder put a wry smile on his face.

"Have I been figured out?"

Raising his staff, a magic circle started to form slowly.

"So boss? Now that we have finished this, what will be our next job?"

While the staff holder continued concentrating on his spell, he replied.

"We will join the war between the Arcana and Berum kingdom."

"Huh?"

The three who heard that looked at him surprised and confused.

"But wouldn´t your magic bring problems?" The man in the hood asked.

"The situation has changed for the arcana kingdom, according to the information that I received, it should be fine. Nonetheless, the job will pay well." The staff holder replied while his whispering casting never ended.

"Did the information come from the same group?" The man asked with a frown on his face.

"Indeed, it came from the Council." With the staff holder replying, the magic circle started to shine in blue light.

"But before we go there, we need to resupply, in both items and personal."

The moment those words escaped his mouth, the magic circle activate and engulfed the four in the light which flew to the air and disappeared to a destination unknown to others that the staff holder.

*****

In the middle of the deserts of Azu´rah

Days after the fall of the Tower and the death of the Devil, Danzel on top of Skull Claw was staring aimlessly in front of him.

What he was actually doing though was reading.

[Status]

Name: Nersan´rah

Level: 92

Race: Death Spirit

Class: [Greater Magic Caster of the Sands Lv. 60]

Sub-Class: [Necromancer Lv.1]

Health: 12040/12040

Mana: 12000/ 12000

Attribute points: 0

Attributes: Strength: 230 Agility: 400 Intelligence: 800 Endurance: 300

[Talent]: [Superior Undead] [Talented One] [Magic of the Sand] [Amptitude in Magic] [Greater Magic Caster] [Dead Mana Affinity] [Ethearal Body Possesion]

[Skills]: [...] [...] [...] [...]

[Remark: A Death Spirit who with a somewhat cursed miracle was able to manifest when it´s lost his vessel. Though his past was a great magic caster with immense talent. A terrifying undead to face in the land of the sands.]

`A Death Spirit, huh?´ 

Making the status window disappear in front of him, Danzel looked at the crystal he was holding.

"Sigh...it would have been much easier if I could just put you in my storage ring" Danzel mumbled to himself.

"...Neither living nor beings with a conscious tied within them are capable to go inside a dimensional type item." Nersan´rah who heard Danzel said in a solemn tone.

"I know that already, you don´t need to tell me twice." Danzel replied annoyed.

Having to travel for days with a talking stone in the middle of the desert with nothing else to see except the same old same did annoy him.

"Anyways, are you sure that we are traveling in the right direction? It can´t be that this treasury that you are talking about is buried in the sands or anything right?" Danzel asked.

"I would have noticed if we have passed it. As long as your maps are correct then it shouldn´t be a problem, as a matter of fact...we should be near." Nersan´rah said inside the crystal.

"I hope so..."

Not much later, after the Skull Claw walked up a hill of sand, through the distance a large building came in sight, with tents and people to be seen there.

Seeing that, Danzel asked in a cold tone.

"Is this the place?"

After a moment of silence coming from the crystal, Nersan´rah replied

"...Yes, though it looks a bit different as of how I remember it, this should be the place."

Nodding his head, Danzel draws his sword out of his sheath.

"If I remember right, you needed a living vessel, right?" 

Without waiting for Nersan´rah answer, Danzel commanded Skull Claw to move towards the building.

"Might as well find you one and be done with it...."