bookpower Chapter 278 King Of The Lake
Chapter 278 King Of The Lake
Unsheathing her twin scimitars, Ir'Houwl manifested her innate ability, dark red sands appearing all around her in a swirling fashion, the speed at which it spun and appeared increasing second by second, until finally, a sufficient amount had been summoned, she controlled part of it to move toward the water.
To do so, she was moving her body in some sort of dance, her movements a mix of fluid motions, abrupt stops and turns, all the while with blades of black stone in her hands, now, Ir'Houwl was uniquely suited for this job because of her innate ability, which was still far from reaching its full potential, although the appearance and colour of her red sand would not change, it could switch between multiple types.
At the moment, she only had access to three, the most important perhaps, her sands could either, drain water in the surroundings, drain blood, or drain mana, here, the first sort was in use obviously, absorbing the water of Mistdrown, creating depressions on the surface of the water.
The lake shuddered, the mist seeming to stop and turn to the source of the disturbance, fog gathered, around the desert undead, attempting what it had always done when someone dared to threaten the lake in any sort of way, trying to drown her.
The mist being floating moisture, it was absorbed by the sands still swirling around her, not to mention that trying to drown something which did not breathe was a useless affair, although she made sure not to get wet as her body might suffer from damage if suddenly hydrated a great deal.
The drained water could not be returned, and the sands would not break down no matter how much they drained, unless completely submerged and made to absorb too much at once, all of this, Loimos had heard directly from the minor lord, originally from Pezerx, where draining the water from someone, even if only a bit was already enough to bring them down, and where water was not exactly overflowing, she had had to do some tests when outside of the sandy expanses.@@@@
Ir'Houwl kept on focusing, until she noticed the mist growing darker, reacting to the approach of its master, further away into the lake, water rippled gently, all life living within the waters was still, frozen in place as the protector moved in what must have been years.
One hand reached from below, landing on the surface as though it was solid ground, rugged and rough, the arm attached to that hand was thin, yet stalwart, seemingly formed from solid rock, a shade of pale blue.
The second hand soon came, and Mist-Drowned, or so he had been titled, propped himself up from the lake, standing tall on the waters, walking on it without disturbing it in the least, not even an inkling of ripple followed his steps.
As Loimos had remembered, the beings life force was of great quality, not quite on the level of The First Seed, of the hidden tree and not even close to the blast he had received at Ircron, but it was definitely much higher than the norm, holding a special quality to it, life flowed through this body was especially suited for this environment, like he had been moulded by the lake itself, or as though the lake was but an extension of Mist-Drowned.
He stood at a tall height, a head above Loimos, his face was not proportioned like that of a regular person, longer and learner, a clear absence of any physical attributes that were to go on a visage, only a few stray algae growing from his chin. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire
Remaining silent for a few more moments, Poitirus spoke again.
"I can live forever, why bow to death then? I am divine, I am to never die"
"If you are to be the new order, then defeat me, prove to me that your king is superior" the lake's king was coated in mist once more, the lake's water rousing from its bed.
This certainly explained why King Nitok's dominion was not naturally taking over this lake, Poitirus was in possession of a domain, and one that he had been nurturing for countless years.
"Stay in support Ir'Houwl, focus your sand on draining his mana" appearing right before Loimos, Poitirus was surging with potent mana, his rough hand morphing into a blade, which was stopped by the undead.
Grabbing the supposed lake-god's forearm, the arm began to rot in its entirety.
Loimos was not limited today however, his grip could not be broken out off, and just like this, red sand swarmed all around Poitirus, devouring his mana.
With a swing of his other arm, he chopped it off and dissolved into the mist, his lost limb regrowing at a slow rate.
Looking up, Poitirus seemed to take from the lake, his presence surging, a spear piercing the waters and arriving in his hand.
The spear's shaft seemed constructed from the same matter of the lake king's body, crowned with a pointy dark blue crystal, seemingly formed from some sort of variation of water mana.
He jumped back onto the center of the lake, and without hesitation, Loimos walked toward him, walking upon the surface of the lake, pungent blood solidifying beneath his feet, the war scythe manifesting in his hand, followed by a steady stream of red sand.