Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

"Constrain."

OONG!

Multiple bloody lines began to chase the celestial disciples in the bloody world as the undead also made their move. Vigorously poisonous draconic breaths left the jaws of the Bone Dragons while blazing blue fire was released from the undead phoenixes. Most terrifying of all were the Specters, which released an engulfing eerie ghastly light that went on to attach onto the bodies of the celestial disciples.

Their mobility was heavily impaired by the lines of blood chasing them down, and now to their horror, they found their bodies attached in what felt like a sticky substance that continued to sap the life out of their bodies. This was the eerie ghastly light that the Abhorred Lich Emperor's Specters released, the Lich itself standing on top of one undead phoenix as it continued to wave its Skull Staff and directed the forces around them.

The golden spears, nor the golden chains could block these spiritual attacks from the Specters, the celestial disciples finding themselves cornered in just a matter of seconds.

"Fates protection!"

"Fates protection!"

They powerfully spoke as a golden light went on to cover their bodies, the ghastly light from the Specters momentarily breaking contact, but the golden light did not last long enough as it was quickly broken through, and the sticky feeling of life being sapped out of their bodies returned.

Even the Vampyre Prince was looking at these newly appeared Specters with slight apprehension as even he himself was not confident in fully dealing with spiritual beings.

He would have to unleash some of his ultimate abilities just to survive or injure them. His mind changed even more when he thought about the being behind this legion of undead that he had been traveling with.

His strong confidence in his own power still reigned supreme as he observed the faces of the Celestial Disciples visibly aging as their life force continued to be drained helplessly, his gaze turning sour as he felt the strong smell of blood coming off of them reducing as time passed. He turned towards the undead Skeleton Knight near him as he spoke.

"Hey, your little pets are draining all of their life force."

"...Isn't that the goal?"

Land replied quizzically

me to take care

was looking through looked at the Vampyre that was licking his lips as if he was looking at the most perfect meal ever made as he shook his head and sent a command for his undead to focus their attacks on

lives actually hanging by a thread, their gazes

continued to constrict them tighter and tighter as the attacks from bone dragons and the undead Phoenixes rained down. For one of the Celestial Disciples, their lifeforce continued

sight as in only a matter of minutes the golden light that the disciples were releasing had all but faded away, their body looking aged and ancient as gray hairs could be seen on their head. The disciple looked like they had aged more than a hundred

tied up their limbs, making them immobile as a devilishly handsome Vampyre neared. His cold hands touched the neck of the immobile celestial disciple as he felt the fearfully pumping blood through the major veins and

Vampyre Prince's face as he felt goosebumps in the Spiritual Land, with his attention quickly being taken away as he

to be searching for something. It stayed in the air above the blood world briefly as it began fading soon after, having not found what it was looking for

away once more. At the same time, another 2 celestial disciples had fallen in

on a board, an expression of great disappointment and

pieces were lost, and yet he wasn't any closer to finding out exactly who was responsible for the recent events. His gaze was one of pondering as he raised his powerful hands and made a few calculations, standing from the calm

things and being very experienced. He was thinking of the best way to quickly nip a problem in the bud as he

on the board, and he watched expressionlessly as his own disciple, Drax, met his death. His expression

signal as he finally glanced upon the being that reaped the life of his own disciple, his expression changing as he came across the blurry image

been caught by a technique the moment he killed his disciple, and his expression turned grim as he used

experience was wide and vast, quickly coming to an understanding that an Aberrant

or Scions of the Infernal Lords, with the

through the Grandmaster's eyes

the plot of the one interfering with fate? Allowing this Aberrant

few thoughts passed through the Grandmaster's mind as he stared at a single golden circle, the largest one that represented the most powerful Athena, that continued to

the decision the Celestial did not want to carry