okiii, uhhhhh, dahlia is lurking in the shadows, hiding behind like a tree or a rock or like a doorframe or something, watching the whole thing go down intensely, and she is just in awe.. like fangirling to the max over here (luckily she knows how to keep her mouth shit and observe)
(i hope that was alright lol)
Lol, it’s fineeee-, you just think it’s not since well-, I do things like this often/ TWT
Soon.. the skulls turned, into a full Skeleton of of undead warriors, creatures, and more.. but they didn’t strike him, no.. they collapsed into a pile of bones.. and then began to create a type of aura around him, before suddenly.. they slammed all together into the ground infront of him.. the undead king.. has awaken.. if only this was much of a threat to him..~
dahlia slides back behind her tree (or rock, or door) so its just like her head sticking out, still just watching everything go down, she knows better than to shove her nose where it doesn't belong, but she still wants to see her master in action so you know... hiding behind things and watching him like a CREEP is kinda her only choice.
Of course, just be like yandera from yandera simulator! uw h
Anyways-, The Undead King slowly rose its blade, made of the shiniest metal and gold you could ever craft, but before it could ever let out its roar of anger, before it could even let out a whisper of pain.. Virgos hand rose up towards its chest, a the very souls inside of the kings body began to be ripped out one by one, entering the amuletVirgo held in his hand, as Dahlia could physically feel the strength in Him grow stronger with every soul.. as each left, the kind grow weaker and weaker.. until it was brought to one knee, the glare of death itself in it.. gone.
“… What a shame, j was hoping you’d put up more of a fight, so much for being the king of the dead.”
Virgo swiftly kicked the king onto his back, bringing his foot upon his chest and digging his heel into it’s chest.. his hand slowly rising towards his face.. (note, this man hasn’t even TOUCHED his staff yet-)
“… I suppose I thought to much about you.”
.. And well, a bit of ball of.. pure hatred, so to speak, crushed down on the kings head.. making every limb of it sinking into the ground, as the once dark atmosphere, immediately lifted.. it was now bright and slightly sunny again.. to think, something as “weak” as that, could cause environmental changes.
