Sephiran doubled over, laughter shaking his entire fra as he watched his siblings’ bone crushing display.
"Ha! Look at them! Big Brother and Dyralfa just breaking those bones like they’re a al from Mother—no bone spared!"
Sephiran raised his War Bat, eyes alight with glee.
"I won’t let them have all the fun for themselves! Brace your bones, skeletons! Big Brother said... you make a good sound!"
With a thunderous leap powered by his Hell Body, he bounced from one spot to another, smashing every skeleton he swung at.
"HELLISH SMASH!"
The sound was like a bowling ball crashing into pins but here, Sephiran was the ball, barreling into the horde with unstoppable force.
"Woohoo! I’m smashing them! Crunch! Crack! Snap! Yes! Take that, boneheads! That sounds... GREAT!"
Maddy kept her distance, maintaining a careful angle as she unleashed a Radiant Rain. Even amid her devastation, her focus was precise—ensuring that none of her children were caught in the hail of blinding light and purifying strikes.
"Nobody sses with my family! Even bones!"
While his siblings and mother deboning the skeleton army, Frovian was engaged in a high speed magical dogfight. He moved through the air with the grace of his amphibian self, dodging the Lich’s necrotic bolts with hair thin margins.
"Your casting speed is pathetic. You’ve been dead so long you’ve forgotten that magic is a living equation, not a stagnant ritual!"
The Lich shrieked, its jaw unhinging as it unleashed another dark spell. Hundreds of jagged bone needles erupted from the air, hurtling toward Frovian with deadly intent, aiming straight for his heart. Frovian, unfazed, barely glanced at the incoming storm.
"Hmm... your spells are as feeble as your body now. Or maybe I’m just used to Mother’s power—your tricks an nothing to ."
He swirled his hands, channeling the air around him into a compact, spinning vortex. His spell ignited:
"Air Elent: Wind Vacuum!"
The bone needles hurtled toward him, only to be caught and sucked into the whirling vortex around his arms. Every single one of the hundreds of jagged spikes was trapped, spinning violently in the mini tornado. With a swift motion, Frovian hurled the amassed bones back toward the Lich.
"EAT YOUR OWN GODDAMN SH*T!"
The needles scread through the air like a barrage of bullets.
PEW PEW PEW!
Slamming into the Lich with devastating force. Its spectral cloak scorched, the yellowed ribs charring under the onslaught. The Lich scread, a sound of static and death, and tried to vanish into the shadows again.
"OH NO YOU DON’T!"
Frovian snapped his fingers.
"Earth Elent: Tremor Lock!"
The very shadows beneath the Lich stiffened, the ground itself solidifying under Frovian’s control, anchoring the undead mage in place. No longer able to hide, it was forced fully into the physical realm, exposed and vulnerable.
Frovian’s amphibian body coiled with lethal precision, eyes locked on the Lich. The spectral cloak of the undead mage twitched violently as Tremor Lock held it fast. A smirk spread across Frovian’s face, his mind calculating angles, elental interactions, and timing in an instant.
"Your tricks end here. You’ve been a nuisance for far too long."
He drew a deep breath, raising both hands, each ablaze with a different hue—one a molten amber of earth, the other a lava-red inferno of fla.
"Say goodbye once again, calcified cowards! But before you take your last breath, I’ll show you what casting speed and double casting truly an—so you’ll know what it feels like to die as a weak mage."
His amphibian eyes blazed, one molten amber, the other searing crimson. The chamber trembled beneath him as he summoned the ultimate elental convergence.
"Earth Elent: Cruxification!"
The ground split with a deafening roar, jagged stone pillars erupting from the earth. They impaled the Lich from all sides, each spike spiraling with Frovian’s precise control. The undead mage was lifted off the ground, suspended in midair, its form writhing helplessly against the stone restraints.
Its skeletal hands scraped at the spikes, its ethereal cloak twisting in a futile, desperate attempt to escape. But the Tremor Lock and Cruxification held it firmly in place, every movent a pitiful, impotent thrash. The Lich’s shrieks grew weaker, a sound of finality beginning to echo through the chamber.
Frovian’s eyes glowed with a mixture of fury and cold calculation.
"You made Mother weep... You broke her heart with your insolent spells! You forced the dead to rise again just to toy with her emotions! You’ve committed the heaviest cri you could—breaking my mother’s heart!"
His voice beca a low growl.
"Now, I’ll show you what pain truly looks like!"
The shadows of the chamber seed to bend and crack under Frovian’s rage. With one final, furious motion, he prepared to seal the Lich’s fate.
"Your life ends... here! Advance Fire Elent: Flagust!"
A torrent of pure fire surged from his hand, engulfing the Lich in a roaring inferno. The undead scread, bones sizzling and cracking as the heat intensified. Every skeletal finger warped, every rib snapped, turning to ash in monts. Smoke and embers filled the air, the heat scorching the chamber walls.
Frovian hovered, perfectly balanced, his amphibian skin glistening with the residue of both elents.
"Feel it. Feel the true might of double casting. Feel what happens when speed, precision, and power et control."
The Lich’s final scream was swallowed by the blaze—but before its last fragnt turned to ash, Maddy acted.
"INGEST! OH GOD... I made it in ti! I thought those precious traits would be wasted!"
Her Hellmouth expanded, devouring the final skeletal remains—the skull vanishing into her maw. Frovian panicked, his eyes wide.
"I am absolutely sorry, Mother! I never intended to waste your ingredients of traits... Next ti, I’ll make sure to leave at least the head of any being that dares to steal the very air you breathe, so you can ingest them properly!"
As Frovian’s flas consud the Lich and Maddy quickly ingested its essence, the reanimated army of skeletons, zombies, and other undead grew motionless, their bodies collapsing into lifeless heaps.
With a deep, steadying breath, Maddy’s Hellmouth opened wide.
CHOMP!
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