The runes lit up, using the mana contained in the crystal to open the dimensional door and create a red vortex connecting two different points in space. Manohar dragged Balkor inside and shapeshifted them both back to their real appearance.
"No more tricks?" The god of death asked.
"No, just a piece of advice. Save your best spells for Night. There is no reason to waste good magic on goons."
Ancient Gates could be opened by anyone at any time, making them a security nightmare. It was the reason why Undead Courts placed a gatekeeper at every entrance and they had to be informed of every arrival or departure.
The moment the red door opened, Xear Rakley, gatekeeper and one of the oldest Ghouls of Othre, sounded the alarm. Ghouls had regenerative abilities on par with trolls and couldn’t be killed unless their heart was destroyed or their entire body pulverized.
Both were arduous tasks since they could freely move their hearts throughout their bodies and merge with earth to escape all kinds of attacks. Balkor only needed a flick of his wrist to release his tier three spell Needle.
A hail of darkness rays pierced Xear from every side. Each one of them was no bigger than a pinhole, resulting in little to no damage to a living being. An undead’s weak point, however, was another story entirely.
The ghoul’s heart had now more holes than swiss cheese and even though they were small, the damage was enough to cut off the mana flow it received from the blood core. For a split second, the ghoul turned into a corpse, and then it stayed that way.
"Nice move." Manohar gave him a thumbs up before waving his hand and slaughtering an elite unit of undead.
His tier four spell, Full-Course Meal, fixed the imbalance in their blood cores, turning the undead back into living beings just long enough for the tier three spell Fire Wall to burn them into crisp.
"And here I thought I was the only one researching a cure for undeath." Balkor said. "Your method is crude and ineffective. It doesn’t really fix anything. It just overloads the undead with the light element."
"That’s the difference between you and me." Manohar said. "You think that reversing undeath is a cure, whereas I think that death is the cure. Look at these old fogeys. They have lived centuries, and for what?
"Did they make any great magical breakthrough? Have they brought any real progress to their civilization? No. They are pests and they need to be treated as such."
"I disagree." Balkor used the tier four darkness spell, Sandman, to send another wave of guards to their eternal sleep. "Undeath can be used to buy time and give a life to people affected by diseases we have yet to find a cure for.
"Not all the undead are born out of their own will and some regret their choice. They deserve a second chance."
"At what price? What about the lives of those they had to feed upon to sustain their existence? There’s no such thing as a second chance." Manohar shook his head while impaling a vampire with a stake made of light.
"Price? Very few undead need to kill to feed. Also, every country has its jails filled with people who don’t deserve to live. Their life force can be used to give back at least part of what they have taken from others." Balkor snarled as he turned a Golem into debris.
The two mages continued their debate while slaughtering everyone and everything so dumb to stand in their path. What made the elders of the Court run away, screaming for their mothers like children after a nightmare, was the fact that not a single piece of furniture was broken, not a single carpet was damaged by the Magi.
Even their area of effect spells were maneuvered with surgical precision that they hit nothing but their intended targets. The Magi followed the Court’s elders to the throne hall, where their host was waiting for them.
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