As Zephyr relentlessly hunted the undead, the necromancer felt his mana drain rapidly. Because of losing sleep and mental fatigue, he looked like a bum.

Scratching his messy hair, he stood up in frustration.

He felt as though someone was toying with him by deliberately destroying the undead he had made with care. The hidden person was doing his best to avoid capture while slowly eliminating his minions.

Gritting his teeth, the necromancer decided to go all out and find the person.

The annoying man was giving him nightmares. He couldn't sleep, rest, or relax even for a second, knowing that there existed someone out there who could harm him.

However, before he could crawl out of his cave and go on a rampage, he heard a voice whisper in his mind.

"You don't have much time. Sacrifice the villagers and prepare to activate the temple formation."

The voice contained some kind of power that prevented him from recognising it. After speaking a few words, it completely disappeared from his memory, leaving the order in his mind.

Immediately, the necromancer knelt on the ground and bowed.

The person who spoke to him just now was his master.

His master could see everything he was seeing and could speak to him from afar. So, he respectfully bowed and said.

"Yes."

A combination of fear and excitement gripped his heart, causing him to respond with a firm "yes."

The order of his master was absolute. He had no thought of resisting or even questioning it.

Compelled by the order, he immediately began this work.

Outside the cave, rain continued to fall without end. The storm season was beginning to strengthen, and it showed no sign of ending.

The rain will likely continue to fall for days, maybe weeks.

Through the rain, he gazed at a temple rising from beneath the ocean. The dark stone pillars and a large altar in the center came into his view. Behind the altar, he could see a pyramidal structure half-buried into the ground.

The undeads of his were constantly sending life essence into the circular altar above the stone platform.

The necromancer watched the temple structure that appeared out of the sea with a smile. He waited for a second before walking over the bridge that rose along with the temple. Following behind him was a line of villagers, waking mindlessly.

Zephyr watched what was happening from a distance. The long line of villagers moving slowly behind the necromancer unsettled his mind.

'Should I do something?' He asked while slowly inching his way closer to them.

The men and women of all ages were following the necromancer without any hesitation.

'What should I do?'

Zephyr contemplated and realised the eight hundred or so people were about to be sacrificed soon.

Although Zephyr had steeled his mind thinking about this exact moment, the face of a child flashed through his mind, faltering his belief.

The young boy had asked him where his father was and what death meant.

He had no answer at that moment and chose not to give any. Later, he even promised he would answer if the child came back to ask him.

However, he was soon kicked out of the village, and the child was captured by the necromancer.

'It's a shitty world.' He commented after a long pause.

The child did not harm him or anyone, for that matter. And yet, he was chosen by a mad necromancer to be sacrificed. There were more than a hundred such children among the villagers who were being brought to the large temple island that resurfaced.

Though he hated a portion of the villagers, he had no reason to hate everyone, especially the children. So, seeing them being brought to be sacrificed, Zephyr s conviction to abandon them faltered.

His resolve to do nothing was slowly being gnawed away by the emotions he thought he didn't have.

Frustrated, Zephyr kicked the fallen branch next to his feet.

"Fuck it." He shouted.

He was expecting to buy more time by exhausting the necromancer. But something seemed to have rejuvenated the black robed man.

With renewed energy, he was preparing to awaken the godspawn.

'Without me, he would have succeeded in resurfacing the temple yesterday. At least, I bought an extra day.'

'However, that's not enough.'

He clenched his jaws.

The storm tower mages have not yet appeared, nor the warriors and knights of the Viscounty.

'How much more time do they need?' He asked and kicked the branch again.

In an instant, his emotions fluctuated from anger to frustration, and from frustration to sorrow.

What a single mage could do in front of overwhelming strength was limited. He realised it the hard way.

'I never thought of saving them…so…why is it this difficult?'

*Sigh*

Breathing out the stuffy air inside, he took a step towards the beach.

'Anyways, I should kill the damned necromancer even if I can't save them.' He thought and walked forward.

He didn't have to do it right now.

If he waited a little, just a little more, he would be able to take the necromancer by surprise when he is all out of mana. After all, the temple must require some kind of mana investment to activate it. So, the necromancer must be continuously using his mana.

Thus, waiting was the obvious choice.

Reasonably, he could have waited for a few hours until the necromancer killed a few hundred villagers before making the move. But for some reason, he didn't want to.

'Let me see if I can do something about this."

He said and walked to the cave.

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A few minutes later, he reached the cave, avoiding the eyes of the undead patrolling the area.

The necromancer was busy bringing the villagers to the temple and didn't notice Zephyr slowly blending in with them.

A while later, all eight hundred or so villagers, along with him, were transported to an area next to the temple.

The sacrificial ritual was about to commence.

In a few minutes, all of them would die, and their life essence would be extracted to feed the godspawn.

Up close, Zephyr could see the altar glow in a red hue as it consumed the life essence of the sea life the necromancer sacrificed.

The higher-ranking undeads were bringing balls of life essence, pale white and red orbs from the sea, one by one, dropping them onto the concave surface of the altar.

'A sneak attack?' Zephyr asked as he gazed at the back of the necromancer.

The moment he attacks, all chaos would break out. And he didn't know if he could lie low within the group of villagers long enough to fool the necromancer.

'A close-range sneak attack is the only thing that can damage him. I need to do it.' He thought coldly and prepared.

Unlike the fog formation, the necromancer was a small target. Striking him from a long distance was impossible. And using the lightning spell would also be impossible because of the proximity he had to the villagers. So, he had to go close and make his move.

Zephyr silently stacked the light element modifiers he drew on the new cores along with the ones he already had on mana bolt.

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