The Ruined Death Knight

*Pouf~Pouf~Pouf.

The footsteps of stepping through the white snow were to be heard together with her staff stopping the same snow.

Despite her shows, the cold still managed to sip in.

It was uncomfortable and tiresome walking through the snow every day.

Her original clothes though still intact, she knew it was a matter of time before they would become nothing but a rag.

Even after the white-furred clothes protecting them and keeping herself warm.

They were very uncomfortable and every time she remembered that the fur was being held together by bones made her stomach feel sick.

She hated all those things.

She wanted to go back to her grandfather.

The only thing that she liked was the small mask that he did for her. The mask was smooth and felt nice to be on her face and it fitted her perfectly.

And most importantly, she found the mask itself somewhat cute, alas, similar to her clothes, every time she remembered the material that the mask was made brought an uncomfortable feeling inside her.

Though, eventually, she grew used to seeing bones, despite knowing that it wasn't good to get used to it.

Seeing numerous of the walking dead walking beside them didn't help either.

She grew accustomed to seeing people getting killed ever since she was small by her grandpa's sword. So watching others die wasn't a traumatic experience for her.

But seeing the dead waking up as one of the undead felt always wrong to her, despite having asked herself to learn necromancy.

And thanks to that very magic, she was able to gain a newfound sight in front of her.

With her pupil filled with dead mana, she watched the world around her, looking way too different as it was described to her.

The moment she activate her magic, the world itself became darker and gloomier, barely having any color left in her perspective.

'I finally did it...' She thought internally.

No pain or damage was being done despite dead mana being present in her eyes.

'Did I do it right though? Rue didn't say anything of the color changing.' She thought as she turned around to see her supposed "attendants" that Rue put for her.

There were the two new people that Rue took under him. All she knew about them was that Rue called them golden "foxes" and many "tails" while also being the leaders of the other people.

The last one that escort her was Alka, the one which she felt most comfortable being around as she was teaching her language.

Originally she asked Rue to make a book for her to study as he seemed to speak their language. Alas, he refused to make excuses for being unable to teach her their language.

Shiro at that time felt annoyed as she assumed Rue was unwilling to teach her and that he simply threw someone else to do it for him.

Although it was half the truth, she enjoyed her time trying to speak with Alka and not to the undead. She enjoyed her time with her even if it was somewhat awkward at times.

The moment she stared at them though, she froze as she watched not the green light she was described to.

But a red light mixed with light blue inside their bodies.

The light in the center of their chest beat like a living heart and nothing like it was described to her.

"Huh?" She said unconsciously, gaining the attention of others.

"Is something wro** **** ***, Great Shiro Life?" Alka asked cautiously, which gained the concern of the entity guardian her.

Coming of her very shadow slowly, a tall robed shadow appeared behind her.

"Is everything alright?" The Anabast, Baron said with the cold voice of the undead.

"Ah, yes. Everything- Huh!?" Without being finished, the moment she turned around towards Baron, she stepped back a few steps as a disturbing dark light moved inside Baron.

Even if his body was mostly made out of shadows, Shiro was able to see a dark light covering Baron whole, making him look much taller and threatening.

And she couldn't explain why, but the very light disturbed her in ways she couldn't explain, making her worried that she did something wrong with the spell.

"I need to go to Rue." She said before running to the house where Danzel was.

Baron would have frowned if he could see this and chased after Shiro.

The other 3 did act like Baron and chased after her, leaving Alka in the dust as she was the weakest among them.

And as Shiro run through the village that they have acquired, she watched numerous creations of Rue walking to the side, searching houses, carrying corpses of the ice troll that they were previously here not long ago.

And wherever she looked, she saw the same disturbing dark light in each of the undead, but compared to Baron's light, theirs were much more disturbing in her eyes despite seemingly looking the same. But at the same time, it felt less threatening than Barons.

Even the corpses that the Draugr were dragging from the grave had dark light with specks of blue mana.

Shiro couldn't understand what she was seeing, making her haste her steps.

Though solely focused on magic caster, a 3rd-tier being was no joke.

Soon enough, she arrived at the house that Danzel was in.

But before she touched the door handle, her body froze as a shriek of pain escaped from the house.

"Kyagggghhh!!!"

Despite the door being closed, Shiro was still able to see through the door. Or rather, the lights.

They were 3 figures, one kneeling with red and blue light, one that resembled a Draugr.

And lastly, a figure shrouded in flickering light that looked like it was moving by a mind of his own.

But compared to the others, she could clearly see cracks through his bones emitting a dark green light.

And the two flaring ethereal eyes were always present.

Put the most noticeable thing was the sword that he held was swimming with the same dark light that he was emitting through his bones, and was currently piercing the chest of the figure with red and blue light.

Now she understood the cause of the scream.

Shiro couldn't explain what exactly she was actually watching, but she could clearly see how the sword was drawing more dark green light out of the victim, which as result made the red light grow weaker and the blue light flicker between the dark light.

'Is this necromancy? But what do the lights mean?' She said somewhat afraid of the sight in front of her. Albeit she knew that necromancy was crue and was somewhat afraid, it still made her wonder how that sort of magic worked.

Out of nowhere though, a sudden burning pain struck both of her eyes as she felt a surge of mana traveling toward her eyes.

Her gaze together with the sudden change of her mana though was noticed by none other that the master of all those undead.

"Shiro?"

In fact, the moment she gazed upon him.

Before Shiro was able to close her eyes out of the pain, the master of all those undead turned his gaze and stared directly into her eyes.

And compared to everyone else, the moment he gazed at her, she felt a suffocating pressure. What was bizarre to her though, was the fact that she felt like she was being stared at by two of the same entity.

She unconsciously stepped back, but as the ground was slightly frozen, she slipped and fell to the ground.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, black veins started to slowly surface on her skin and travel towards her face that was hidden behind the fox bone mask.

And with them, the pain started to grow.

Resulting in grabbing her eyes with her hands before letting out a scream.

"Kyaaaghhhh!!!"

And with her scream, her horns started to come out. If it weren't for Danzel carving holes in her mask for the horns, the horns would have pushed her mask away otherwise.

'Why?' Shiro thought with the ongoing pain.

Then, shadows around her started to rise up from the ground and surround them, manifesting 5 robe shadows.

And in the middle of them, a dark green mist made his appearance and formed the figure that brought forth the pressure she felt before.

"That's sooner than expected..." The figure said with the same cold voice, which at this point Shiro couldn't really tell from who it was.

'Why.'

"Endure, Shiro or everything will be for nothing." The cold voice seeped into my ears.

She felt her mask being taken away by a cold touch and her hands being warped around by the shadows themselves.

"No, even if you can't endure it, you will survive. For the sake of that promise, I will make it happend." The cold voice said as he hovered over the same sword that Shiro saw a moment ago above her very head.

She saw a few of the symbols of the sword light up in a crimson light.

The last thing she remembered seeing, was the crimson blood and that ethereal dark green flaring eyes of Danzel.

Her last thought was...

'Grandpa...help me.'