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Chapter 440: Answers Between the Sand (2, 3)

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Beforehand heading to the desert, Jon had to see Isha one more time and so did Illindar. The girl who suffered the most in this situation is definitely her and she knows things. Things that might help them.

Jon knew that Isha wreaked havoc in a Daedric cult that belonged to Boethiah which angered the Prince. That's why she became a Labourer.

Jon's first lead is Boethiah it or rather her prophet, Hafiz. An elderly Redguard that pointed Isha's Labours to her. The thing is… Boethiah gave Isha a blessing and a powerful one at that. He was hesitant to blame Boethiah for Isha's plight.

More to that, Hircine was the one who cursed Zain with Lycanthropy but that didn't make sense in a way. Hircine rarely punished with Lycanthropy as he considers it his Gift.

But the fact that Zain became a Werewolf can only point to that. Curses and Rituals varied and gave mortals a lot of control over powers unknown. It is completely possible that a curse exists outside logic and law.

Sadly, Isha didn't speak a word.

Still, what links the curse put by Hircine to Boethiah? Why would Isha go after such a cult and cause herself to be a Laborer? What is the exact ritual that was cast on Zain? What happened on his last journey for a cure? Where is Hafiz? And the most mind wrecking question, what makes Hircine allow his favorite weapon, the [Spear of Bitter Mercy], to be in the hands of the one with someone who searched for a cure to Lycanthropy let alone a Labourer?

Surely too many questions are confusing but bo crack the enigma, one must not fear questions.

"I heard you are going after clues." Miranda said as Jon was packing.

"Sorry to worry you but I won't be late. The desert is relatively empty so I guess it won't take long." Jon said.

"The desert is empty? You don't know how wrong you are, mate." Illindar said.

"... And apparently, I am wrong." Jon turned to Miranda.

"Just don't do anything stupid. Summon up that fake Dragon and cause havoc if it gets dangerous." She said.

"Oh! I'm glad you are used to my style already."

"Listen Jon… we were thinking that Isha can't stay here. We will take her somewhere else." Mirren joined.

"Are sister Zahra and lady Nagla okay with it?"

"Yes, we shall finish our Martial exchange and think of someplace to take here. I was thinking of High Rock, Skyrim or Cyrodiil as places with better weather and green views."

"Good thinking, by the time you are done, I will be back and head out together." Jon said and jumped in his Atronach Camel.

Not long after, he was riding out of the Citadel grounds.

"I see you are traveling with three beauties. What a lucky man you are!" Illindar remarked.

"Hm?"

"You seem more intimate with the Elf with a bigger chest rather than her sister."

"You're speaking of Miranda and Mirren."

"Those two. Pretty good looking for Altmer, I would say. They are also not rude or haughty."

"Mirren is a male." Jon said.

"..."

"You tried to hit on him?" Jon smirked.

"Ebonarm! It was a trap." Illindar said looking horrified.

"Exactly." (Jon)

"... I didn't realize it at all!" (Illindar)

"It is common for a flat lover to fall for a trap." (Jon)

"I am not a flat lover. Most elves are flat so don't judge me." (Illindar)

"Dark Elves are not that flat." (Jon)

"Wood Elves are chopping boards." (Illindar)

"Elves! What a sad creation of God!" (Jon)

"My point exactly. There is nothing equal to being a human." (Illindar)

"Not Breton though. They mixed with elves and degenerated to be flat as well." (Jon)

"This is a strong point indeed." (Illindar)

"Argonians are gross too." (Jon)

"Exactly. Do you know that they grow horns from random places? I am just wondering how can you put your head on a pillow when you have a horn. Khajiits are so much better." (Illindar)

"Ah, I see you are a man of culture as well." (Jon)

And the two racist men of culture entered the desert while badmouthing every single living being on Tamriel.

***

Two days passed in the endless desert of the Alik'r. The destination of the two was obvious, where it all started.

Isha's brother was powerful, he made a lot of enemies who later used Isha to lure him out of the Citadel far where they can perform a dark ritual. Here where the ritual was held.

A stone formation in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

The stones looked natural yet pointy and by the doing of age, whatever trace left can be meters under the sand. Deserts like this are known to move by the effect of wind like the waves of see, except extremely slow.

Now to the Dare part. Usually, no one can investigate such a place but not everyone has the extraordinary tools in Jon's arsenal.

Jon took out [Pride] and the containment chest locking the Elder Scroll of Sun.

Checking that there is no one beside Illindar is watching, held his staff and the Elder Scroll. He held the head of the staff to the scroll and channeled a powerful gust of Magicka.

"What are you doing?" Illindar senses the unnatural move in the Magicka surrounding them and retreated back.

"Pulling out answers." Jon grit his teeth as he put his all into his work.

As he was done channeling energy through the Elder Scroll, he out the scroll back right away. What he created, however, was something strange.

In front of him and in the middle of the stone formation, there was a strange motion in reality that resembled a small vortex of light distortion.

"What is that?" Illindar approached after feeling the situation becoming safer.

"Temporal Flux." Jon said.

"And the none mages call it?" Illindar questioned.

"Time Wound."

"Ebonarm!"

By using the Elder Scroll, an Artifact that exists outside time, Jon could wound the time.

But why would anyone do such a thing as creating a Temporal Flux?

"What is it for?"

"Watch this."

Jon took out a random machine from the Cube and threw it in the flux. The small machine was made of many screws, small pieces, wires and a Magicka Reactor as the core.

Once the machine entered the Temporal Flux, the strangest of scenes happened. Those components making together the machine, all became their own pieces separated from the big device. Jon aimed his staff and pulled the Magicka Reactor with Telekinesis through the Temporal Flux. The device passed through the Temporal Flux and returned whole again save for the Magicka Reactor which was in Jon's hand.

"Understand now?"

"So you use this to dismantle things without actually take them apart." Illindar said.

"Correct but that's just the tip of the Iceberg. Temporal Fluxes are safe places to read the Elder Scrolls without catching side effects and there is another use that I am doing right now." Jon said.

The Temporal Flux he created was similar to this one on the Throat of the World only much smaller and weaker. A few hours and this wound will fix itself.

Jon needed this dangerous Temporal Flux to cast a spell that needs recent records from the world. By casting it on the time wound, it would bypass the rule of recency. This spell is Jon's [Ghosts of Time], the Master-level Mysticism spell he used in the Arena to summon version of his opponents to fight for him.

This time, he wanted to summon a version of the people who were here years ago and fought on the night when Isha's brother, Zain, was cursed.

Pulling these records was a tedious job but thankfully, Illindar knew the exact date of the event and Jon didn't have to search around so much. In a few minutes, golden specters started appearing on the stone formation around circling two other golden specters.

It was obvious what it was. Isha, or rather a younger version of her, was there. A tall man holding a spear in each hand with a punch of golden specters lying around him, a strange trace of magic seemed to be binding them around and the golden specters on the stone formation were moving their lips chanting a ritual.

"Pause! Rewind from a minute earlier! Stop!" Jon gave commands to [Pride] which was supporting the spell by itself while floating on its own.

Now for the not so fun part.

Jon stepped near one of the curse casters whose face was exposed and focused on him. A ghost of time may have a good visualization but no vocalization so Jon couldn't hear the spell normally. Instead, he was lip-reading and taking notes of the movements.

Lip reading wasn't his thing so he had to rewind many times before he got the words of the curse confirmed, after that, he let the record play to the situation's unfolding.

It was as the people of the Citadel said, Zain turned into a werewolf and a large one at that, in a fit of his rage, he took down all the opponents in the scariest of scenes.

Sadly, the Temporal Flux was already out of power as it seems that Jon's spell has consumed it.

"Is it over?" Illindar asked.

"It is."

"There are really no secrets with such a spell around. Did you find out what kind of curse that is?"

"No… but I have its chant." Jon said looking at the note he just took.

'In the name of Darkness Endless, we call upon thee by the right of origin to fulfill our wish and create an object of the seal. Zain, become what you hate most, curses upon you, become what you despise most, curses upon you, become what you can't bear to be.'

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(Part 2)

"And what is all that supposed to mean?" Illindar asked.

"The ritual was rather fast and simple. The casters were also decisive and focused. They bound Zain by a spell that had the base for the curse, they sent mercenaries at him which were clearly sacrifice to empower the Curse, Zain had to kill them even if he was knowledgeable how the curse worked, and finally the casters called for the Dark Entity that cursed Zain." Jon analyzed.

"You mean Hircine."

"This is becoming more confusing as it is. Hircine consider turning a mortal into a were-creature is a gift, not a curse."

"But were-creatures are entitled to Hircine and only Hircine."

"That's not a solid argument. Molag Bal created the Vampires but there is a faction of the Vampires of Lamae Beolfag, the first Vampire who was turned by Molag Bal himself through r@pe, her descendants and the ones she turned carry nothing but hatred towards Molag Bal. Same can be said for a Werewolf like Zain who was turned against his will and came to hate Hircine who supposedly cursed him."

"Meaning?"

"The ritual said 'In the name of Darkness Endless'. The Daedric Princes are indeed made mostly of Darkness and negativity but they are not Endless, my friend. The only Darkness that is Endless is a King."

"There is no such thing as the Daedric King." Illindar retorted.

"I didn't say a Daedric King. The Daedra are Immortal Original Spirits, becoming an Immortal is becoming a Royalty (CHIM), but as Daedric Princes, the rank of a Prince is not the top of the pyramid when it comes to Royalty, am I right?" Jon remarked.

"I know your words make sense but on a mortal level. What makes you think there is a King?"

"Ah! My less educated friend, I was just being deep with you. There is no such a term we know of as a King on the ranks of Royalty (CHIM). What I am talking about is an Original Spirit that is not Daedra or Aedra or anything equal to a Prince.

Your Redguards know him as Akel, an endless hunger that drives Satak (the First Serpent) to devour itself endlessly. Once it eats its heart, it dies then be reborn as Satakal, a new snake in which Spirits would come to know themselves. Outside Hammerfell, this story is known as the story of Anu and Padomay and how they evolved to create the Aurbis.

The King you know as Akel is the one we know as Sithis.

Sithis, Psijii, the Dread Father, the Spirit of Padomay, Darkness Endless and Void Everlasting."

Jon said his speech as he showed the text of the curse to Illindar.

"This is… if what you said is true then… there is a very dark cult involved here, right?" Illindar said with a pale face.

Jon, however, shook his head.

"It is no strange to worship Sithis, the Argonians and the Hist do, the Dark Brotherhood and the Morag Tong are the same. Satakal, the Redguard deity is a combination of Sithis and Anuiel.

The problem is that by contacting Sithis, you are basically open for all manners of Daedric Effects. Think of it, the whole Daedric Princes gang are not even as anything as Sithis despite being kinda his blood. This means he can do everything they can and that includes cursing a mortal like Zain with Lycanthropy."

"... Ruptga's mercy."

The two were indeed on a big discovery. Finding the source of the Curse was certainly a big feet judging by how much did Zain struggle to find out the truth which he died without knowing.

"If only we had you two years…" Illindar was vexed by how could one man do what a whole organization could not.

But nothing can be done even after finding out the truth, Zain is dead and the Citadel of Ebonarm has lost the Top Candidate for a Battlelord position, the Spear Battlelord seat or even the Warchief seat.

"It is not over." Jon, however, had another opinion.

His Labour is still on and it is connected to Isha, things didn't even begin and now Sithis is involved.

"What do you mean?" Illindar asked.

"This investigation is not over. There are people out there who passed down a ritual to contact Sithis to the traitors of the Citadel that cursed Zain. There is also the matter involving Isha and how Boethiah coaxed her into two years of Labour."

"You are a troublesome taskmaster, Krilon. Where is it you want to go next?"

"Known places of Daedric Cultists around the Alik'r Desert. I hope we are not far from any."

"Ahahaha!" Illindar laughed out loud and took out a map showing it to Jon. The map was full of red dots and different symbols that almost reached a hundred.

"Pick a cult."

"You're kidding! This is supposed to be a desert."

"The Alik'r Desert is the best place to nearly hide a city if you want. So… what sort of cult you are interested in?"

"Goodness me! Let's start with Boethiah and look for a man called Hafiz."

***

A few days later, the search of Jon and Illindar ended up through many cult caves, hidden tombs, open worship places and more. Sometimes they were allowed in with no problems, sometimes they had to knock down a few teeth to get answers.

After searching for a while, they found the old man known as Hafiz but it was not what they hoped for.

"My great-great-grandfather has lived for 200 years, he was quite energetic and strong until the last time I saw him. Once he came from the last trip, it was as if age has caught up to him in the matter of a few days. He lost his sight, hearing, and can barely say anything now."

The one who received them was one of the descendants of Hafiz, a middle-aged man.

"I understand." Jon nodded.

"Come on, Krilon. What makes you believe this old man is 200 years old? What makes you believe any of all that?" Illindar said.

"His service is no longer needed, he is of no use to Boethiah anymore so she will let him die." Jon could pretty much tell the situation.

In the game, something like that happens and certain Prophet of a Daedra loses her privilege of being able to see visions sent by her mistress because her role was over.

The two kept asking the descendant of Hafiz of any information he knew about Boethiah and her deceiving Labourers but the man denied that.

"Lady Boethiah is the Deceiver of Nations, not individuals. Her schemes are more political or catastrophic rather than deceiving people for fun. Sheogorath, Clavicus Vile and Molag Bal are the ones who do that sort of things. It doesn't mean that the other Daedric Princes do not lie. They all do but their goals align with their spheres of power. Lady Boethiah is a Warrior Prince, warriors do not use petty lies but rathers conspiracies and tricks to conquer as I said."

And that was another suspect crossed for now.

The two men left with a load of things to analyze.

Hircine is not the one who cursed Zain and Boethiah did not really deceive Isha as Isha's purpose was to return to her brother.

"We are out of clues." Jon said.

"By the results you achieved, I say you did your best." Illindar said.

"No, that was nothing. I have a gut feeling that there is more to it, we just need guidance. I tried to 'Clairvoyance' but as good as I am in Mysticism, as shitty as I am in Divination."

"Well, I'll sleep for now and leave the night for you too brood, Krilon. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The two were camping in the desert at night. Illindar returned to the tent and Jon remained sitting beside the fire gazing at the bright stars on the flawless night sky.

Stars he knew off and stars he didn't study yet, Jon couldn't help but call out the bored Nefertiti.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Making friends."

"In the desert?"

"Yes, Hooman. There are cats in the desert too."

"Right, the sand cats. Pretty cute fellas. And so… you managed to make them acknowledge you as Her Meowjesty the Cat Supreme?"

"It is called Cat Empress."

"You are really intending to conquer the world, aren't you?"

"Naturally."

"Don't tell me you are going to use the Numidium."

"We are calling it the Fluffidium."

"I think I might know a couple of Dwarves who may get grumpy after hearing that! Anyway, when do I expect the promised liberation day?"

"We keep delaying it. Sunshine has a daily nap she can't miss and Onyx is adopting a human family. We delayed it a few more years."

Jon couldn't help but laugh. This invasion has been delayed so many times already to the point that it may not happen in this era.

"The important this is… did your agents report anything related?"

"Not really, but I have the allegiance of every Feline kind in the desert. If you are looking for anything in particular, they can help us, Hooman."

"How fluffy of them! Thank you in advance then, I'll let you know once I need anything."

Nefertiti went back to her world domination plan and Jon sank in thinking once again.

His information Network has spread to a scary degree by now. Nefertiti was amazing and all but what is also amazing is his Titanborn bloodline power [Beastmaster] and the [Blessing of the Guardian Dragon]. His affinity with felines is so high along with Nefertiti having an extension of his Soul, she is freely using that power to get along with most cats as long as she makes them submit. Jon can also talk to those cats and listen to them even if he doesn't do so most often.

Anyway, the important thing is that he can monitor the Alik'r Desert now thanks to this.

But he still doesn't have a destination to go after.

While he was thinking, his eyes closed and he slept without realizing.

In his sleep, he was standing in Winterhold near the Shrine of Azura. He looked up to the large statue of Azura and it moved its head looking down at him.

{When you corrupted my Star, a spark of my power was stolen and hidden in the Abyss. Seek out my spark and set it free.}

{In the Abyss, secrets and worlds meet. Seek the Abyss among the sands, a gate guarded by two, one that always lies and one that does not.}

{Time is your only ally. With it, you will survive the Abyss.}

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Chapter 441: Answers Between the Sand (4, 5)

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(Part 1)

"A gate that has two guardians, one that lies and one that tells the truth?" Illindar verified what Jon asked about.

"Yes, that was in my vision." Jon confirmed.

"Your vision of a big titted statue of Azura telling you to go there."

"Indeed."

"Why are you the one who gets to see a big titted Daedric Prince in your dreams?"

"Is that what is really upsetting you right now?"

"Yes."

"Focus! Do you know any place with that description?" Jon asked with an annoyed face.

"Of course!" Illindar answered naturally, "Nearly every Redguard know about that."

"Oh!" Jon didn't expect such an answer.

"The Tale of Cyrus, the Hero of Stros M'kai. It speaks of a man who stood against the Imperial occupation of Hammerfell during the Tiber Wars in the late Second Era. This man was said to have gone through thick and thin to rescue his sister only to find himself leading a rebellion, slaying a Dragon and Fighting a Necromancer from the Sload. He then assisted his sister to become the Governor of Stros M'kai and brought Tiber Septim himself to the table of negotiations." Illindar said.

"I know of the Tale of Cyrus the Redguard." Jon nodded.

And how could he not, Cyrus is a protagonist of one the Games known as the "Elder Scrolls: Redguard". Jon may have read the Lore of the game but he didn't play it so he wasn't really that expert on the detailed story of Cyrus.

"So, what does our gate guarded by two guardians have to do with Cyrus?" Jon asked.

"The most important goal of Cyrus was the rescue of his sister. She was sold by the Sload Necromancer to the Daedric Prince Clavicus Vile and her soul became trapped in his realm of Oblivion. Cyrus went after her but he had to go past a game set by the Daedric Prince and that is the gate you are seeking. The Gate of Wish."

"Is that so? Still, the realm of Clavicus Vile is not our goal."

"I know but you are the one who asked. More to that, the Gate of Wish is said to exist in many places and one of them is here in the Alik'r Desert but no one knows where it is."

Jon pondered over the information he was given.

"Do you have any more information?" Jon asked.

"No, but there is a book called [N'Gasta! Kvata! Kvakis!] that was written by the Necromancer Sload that Cyrus fought. The only problem is that the book is said to be extremely rare and forbidden. Only the Richest Collectors and some Necromancers in the world have it…"

While Illindar was explaining, Jon took out a book from the Cube. Illindar walked closer to see the content of the book.

"... Unless you already have a copy."

"I had that book for quite a while but I didn't really read it before. It is written in the Sload Language and it is not really a popular language nowadays. I have a dictionary for that around here somewhere." Jon murmured as he took out another book and started working on reading the [N'Gasta! Kvata! Kvakis!].

"For an explorer, you are really self-sufficient. Where do you get these books, tents and food from?" Illindar asked.

Jon looked at him and answered the most vague of answers.

"Magic!"

***

After a few hours of reading the book and checking the dictionary, Jon came to understand the Sload Language to a certain extent.

"The book speaks of techniques about Necromancy and Soul Trapping, not anything interesting to me anyway but I found out about those Gates of Wish." Jon said.

"Do tell."

"The Gates of Wish mainly represent the sphere of Clavicus Vile which is making deals with Mortals and tricking them into extremely bad deals that mostly end up with them on the wrong side of fate. Still those Gates of Wish can practically take you to any place in the Universe as long as you wish for it and choose the right way… not the Mundus, not Oblivion, not even Aetherius… the Universe. This is already too broken to be true." Jon explained.

"I don't understand the extent of the Universe but does it extend beyond Far Shores?" Illindar asked.

Far Shores is the Redguard Afterlife much like the Nordic Sovngarde.

"Far Shores is just another part of Aetherius. The Universe extends beyond that." Jon confirmed then continued.

"The Gates of Wish is practically two Gates guarded by two Daedric Guardians, one always tells lies while the other tells truth. As the Gate of Wish is actually two, one of them leads to where you want to go and the other leads to certain death."

"You are not planning to go through that, are you?" Illindar asked.

"You are not entitled to do more than just guiding me, Illindar. Just lead me to the destination I provide you." Jon declared his intentions.

His mission right now, given directly by Azura, is to reach the location known as the Abyss.

The Abyss is not really an unknown realm despite its ominous name. A handful of mages may have heard about it and Jon was one but what was known was merely just myths. Some claim it is a Daedric Realm but Jon believes it is a realm of Chaos.

Now that his quest dragged on to the Abyss, there is no point turning tail or showing regret.

'Nefertiti, does your network have any location on a Double Gate guarded by Two Evil beings somewhere across the desert?' Jon asked via telepathy.

Nefertiti didn't reply for a while until she reached out to her contacts then came back with an answer. Jon took the answer to Illindar.

"Come on! Do you want to go to that place? It is bad news." Illindar complained.

"Never thought a Redguard would back down from an adventure." Jon said.

"Back down my ass! This place is filled to its brim with Undead and Mummies, some old Necropolis that was cursed lies there. The Citadel of Ebonarm sends people there periodically to clear the Undead that go out of the perimeter but no one actually ventures in."

"I see. That's interesting!"

"One more thing. The sand of that place is called the Dead Sand, no living can walk on it."

"Like Quicksand?"

"It is Quicksand but cursed to swallow you no matter what you did. Getting out of normal Quicksand is nothing special but the Dead Sand numbs body and negates the magic. No one can survive it other than the undead."

"Fine, take me to the Edge of the Dead Sand."

Jon had to at least go to the place and check it out.

After a day, Jon found the so called Dead Sand area. It wasn't only the Undead that crawled over it but many monsters that can be said to be very dangerous too. Assassin Beetles and Giant Scorpions were merely a starter of the show as the main predator around here was the Sand Ants. A Gigantic race of ants with the size of a dog.

To make things worse, flying over the Dead Sand seemed to be a suicide mission as the Magicka above it was clearly unstable and very dangerous to navigate through. Also, there was a large cloud of sand storm blocking the view inside and flying blindly is conjuring death.

"As you can see, this place is hopeless." Illindar said.

"Indeed, I never imagined such a danger zone to exist. It is as deadly as a blizzard storms that keep raging over the mountaintops in Skyrim." Jon nodded.

"If that's the case, then let's head back already. We have been going around for a week by now."

"No need. I have an idea."

Jon started summoning a number of Atronachs from various elements and shapes, he then let them free to charge on the Dead Sand.

Normal Atronachs started losing body parts on a rapid base and disintegrated fast. Potent Atronachs were a bit more resilient but had the same fate as the normal ones. Greater Atronachs were resistant to some extent as long as they have Magicka inside them but the Magicka was being drained rapidly. Flying Atronachs couldn't maintain their positions and fell from the sky.

"Truly a cursed place… but I guessed as much." Jon said.

From what he saw, the Undead Energy in the Dead Sands is powerful and can destroy anything other than undead. Still, there were secret passes between the sand that resembled a maze. To cross them, one must know the place too well and risk fighting head on with the monsters without magic.

Or one can just use Necromancy.

Jon aimed the Cube to the side and pulled out a large being.

"How is going, Wrath?"

{MAAAS… TAAAR!}

"I told you not to speak, didn't I?" Jon was annoyed by the loud voice of the Sin of Wrath, Odokuro.

During the past few months, Odokuro was being kept in a pool of magical ingredients to enhance it. Now, the four meters tall Bone Samurai was having a shade of red on its normal brownish color.

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[Wrath / Bone Samurai Odokuro] <Sin>

- Howl of Wrath

- Raise Undead <Evolving>

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From the looks of it, Wrath's ability over undead is getting better.

On the other hand, Illindar was dead silent.

"Please, don't mind the appearance. Isha and I liberated this poor giant from the Shivering Isles and now it serves me." Jon said not wanting to admit the fact that he is a necromancer in front of a member of the Citadel of Ebonarm.

Illindar nodded in silence as he watched Odokuro move forwards by Jon's instructions. Despite its size, the Bone Samurai walked nimbly and arrived at the edge of the dead sand.

With a deep grunt coming from its inside and the sound of its bones shivering and reacting to the Undead Energy, Odokuro raised his blade and stuck it in the Dead Sand.

{RAAAI… SEE!}

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(Part 2)

"..." "..."

Nothing was felt at first but a second later, the world rumbled and the Dead Sand moved with ripple.

"It is happening! It is happening!" Jon suddenly became excited.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Illindar, on the other hand, panicked.

"Look."

Jon pointed out at the Dead Sand in front of Odokuro. Just like that, hundreds of undead were moving to the surface of the ground.

The undead started to line up in packs in front of Odokuro and Jon walked beside it. He held up [Pride] and cast 'Necrostruction', the spell that lets him reform the undead.

[A/n: Necrostruction was before Necro Construction but I found that merging it sounds cooler.]

The next scene was magical in both looks and actuality.

The packed up undead started to shatter, fall, then get joined up together.

Odokuro was raising more as its master kept reforming them. Those undead were those who died in this cursed sands for generations and now they are being used to invade the place. To turn those who were buried under the sand to the tool of invading it, this was a perfect example of Bad Karma returning on this place.

In a minute, Jon was done with the construction.

"Necrostruction, an absurd spell indeed. Now that I think about it, was this the same feeling Moses had when he split the sea by the power of the Lord?"

The bone path Jon created on the Dead Sand felt like splitting the sea indeed. All those undead were now broken and put back together forming such a dreadful work of Dark Arts that made the hearts shiver.

It needed a lot of power and strength and thankfully Jon didn't lack both.

Illindar was covering his head with his hands from the absurdity of the situation.

"Krilon, just who the fuck are you?"

***

The Dead Sand region was covered with a large cloud of a sand storm that blocked all the view from outside and inside. Proceeding slowly was the safest option available.

"Weren't you saying you are not going in the Dead Sand?" Jon asked.

"Shut up! I can't let you take the credit alone after coming this far. This is the only place in the Desert no one in my generation ever visited. If I do this, I will be famed for life." Illindar tagged along for that reason.

"Am I still being charged?" Jon asked.

"Of course."

"... Redguards!"

The bone bath extended on the Dead Sand, Jon walked and Illindar followed while Odokuro kept raising more undead for Jon and casually walking on the Dead Sand.

They were completely breaking through the desert on a rapid pace to the point and before they know it, they were facing traps of various kinds.

"These are man made, recent and very deadly."

"I knew this place is not so simple." Jon said while making preparation for a real battle.

He entered the Cube and came out with his best Gear. The Ebony Mail, the Ebony Blade, Ahzidal's Evil Fists, Boots of the Apostle, Ring of Necromancy, Krilon Mask, Pride, Greed, Greater Amulet of Talos, and a Lever-Action Crossbow enchanted with Wind Damage.

"So this is how Krilon looks like?"

"Like it?"

"You look a bit armed to the teeth."

"Yeah, I go Overgeared when I have a gut feeling that I am about to go through a big fight. Are you okay with your gear or do you want anything more."

"I am a Junior Saber Battlelord, I am always in a top condition for a fight."

"Well said, if it gets hairy, I'll bring more allies."

"Other than that and his undead?" Illindar pointed at Wrath.

"You chose to follow me so take my advice this time. We are in uncharted lands."

"Yes, what's your plan then?"

"Cover the left, I cover the tight, Wrath will advance on his own and open path for us with his undead taking the traps."

The two made an advancing strategy and kept pushing forward. The result was them slowing down but the bone path kept extending steadily.

The sand storms around them intensified steadily until Jon became fed up with it.

"I'll take this shit down. LOK VAH KOOR!" (Sky Spring Summer)

Even though Jon didn't want Krilon to be associated with the Thu'um, he had no choice now.

The Clear Skies shout shock the Heaven and the storm couldn't stand against him. In a matter of seconds, it settled down.

"What was that… never mind!" Illindar was about to shout at Jon for scaring him but he looked behind Jon and pointed.

Jon turned around and…

"Shit!"

They were surrounded.

A horde of undead consisted of archers stood on all sides. They were accompanied by mages that were obviously Necromancers.

The number seemed endless and the undead were strong, the Necromancers were also equipped with special boots and goggles to walk on the Dead Sand and through the storm.

The only advantage now was that they were surprised senseless seeing the storm fall apart.

"This won't last long. The storm will return in a few seconds. Kill as many necromancers as you can." Jon rashly commanded while loading his crossbow.

"Nefertiti, kill."

And a sudden battle broke out. Jon shot down a Necromancer and called Nefertiti.

She appeared in her oversized form and charged at three necromancers in a second displaying the performance of the apex predator.

"Carry me, wind."

Illindar was right on their heels and unsheathed his sword Windshear and his shield Targe of the Blooded. He jumped at the undead walking on their heads and skulls while cutting down any strong zombie in his path until he reached a Necromancer and beheaded him.

Wrath guarded Jon's back and held its oversized spear. Once the enemies drew closer, it unleashed all the rage within.

{GRAAAAA!}

The [Howl of Wrath], Wrath's skill, was unleashed like a storm on any and everything in its pass like a horizontal red tornado bringing nothing but destruction.

"What the fuck? Who are those intruders?" A Dunmer Necromancer retreated away while shouting to his ally.

"Don't ask me! We need to retreat and hold the line, our ambush had failed. Someone must report this."

As they were planning to counter, a crossbow bolt hit one of them right in the head.

"Penta Kill!"

Jon shouted while loading the next bolt.

The Necromancers were being hunted on a rapid pace and the Undead around them started to fall on an even faster pace.

In a matter of a minute, all was over. No Necromancer survived.

"Good kills." Illindar said.

"Yeah. But look around, all the Zombies are gone. Only the Necromancers' bodies are left." Jon remarked.

"... Which means all those undead were summoned. This is quite a skill those Necromancers had."

"My thoughts exactly. 20 Necromancers and there were over 500 Zombies. If one can summon 25 creatures then they are Adept Necromancers yet they were quite sloppy for adepts, they are trained on Necromancy as a professional practice or maybe as a Faith." Jon said.

"Which means those are just foot soldiers." Illindar continued the conclusion for Jon.

"Quite organized, discipline, tactics."

"Resources, their gear looks well maintained, unlike common Witches or Warlocks."

"A cult. One not on your map."

"The Citadel of Ebonarm understands Daedra Worshipping and we are enemies to all Daedra but we don't tolerate Necromancers, Vampires or Were-creatures. Krilon, we must report that."

"Too late, look over there." Jon pointed to the south where they were heading.

"... Shit."

Illindar detected the presence Jon detected and aimed his shield forward with his saber on his shoulder. Jon also switched to the Ebony Blade.

A mountain appeared as the storm was still settling in the distance and on it, more than just twenty Necromancers appeared.

They were not just Mages like the small patrol from before, they were Necromancer Knights, Necromancer Assassins and Necromancer Adepts.

"This is one big ass cult."

"The strongest one of them is that Blades Master… an Orc."

"He's all yours, Krilon. The rest are what scares me now. Any plan?"

Necromancers always fought in numbers in terms of individuals and summons. The best course of action is to kill the head of the snake.

"Told you we have allies." Jon, however, was confident.

This is an all out fight now.

"Intruders! Surrender yourselves. Where you stand is an ancient battleground and thousands upon thousands of dead wait to be awakened. Once that is that, nothing will save you." The Orc Blademaster, who seemed to be the leader of the Necromancers Cult, spoke.

"We accept your surrender." Jon replied.

"Hm?"

"I said we accept your surrender, you dumb orc. Get your ass down here and let daddy our you in chains and trade you for a wanted reward." Jon kept provoking the Orc.

"Sigh! He's a fool. Shoot them down." The Orc ordered but didn't let his guard down as he just witnessed the strange group annihilate the ambush team he sent earlier.

Jon's power was well hidden by the effect of [Greed] that kept Jon's Aura from spread but once Jon saw the Archers among the Necromancers point their arrows, he discarded [Greed] in an instant and sent it on the [Ebony Blade] turning it to the [Ebony Glaive].

By the second the volley of arrows was shot, Jon swung his glaive by its side supporting it with his Tyrant Aura.

A strong gust of wind was carried with the sheer power of the swing and met the coming arrows rendering them all useless.

"Impossible!" The Orc Blademaster shouted not believing that the large man in Ebony Armor was this powerful.

Still, it wasn't over just yet.

"FUS RO DAH!"

Without further delay, Jon shouted the Unrelenting Force that hurled at the arrows falling from the sky. The arrows were pushed back towards the Cultists in a chaotic but deadly manner.

"Shit! Take cover. Mages, barriers. Rituals, heal. Warriors, prepare for engagement."

The cultists dealt with the situation professionally.

Still, Jon smiled mocking their useless tactics.

"Heh heh! Yes, yes, move around like ants. Jax, Xikil, come out and have fun."

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