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Chapter 14

A silver tear appeared, a rip through reality, a wound on the very fabric of this dimension. It floated above the ground, silver light shining through, blinding everyone. If anyone had looked into the light they would have seen a humanoid shape. Moments passed before a being finally stepped through the tear. Another tear appeared beside it and then another and another. More and more creatures began to step through. With every tear the fabric of our reality became weaker and weaker. With every wound our reality bled.

A long time ago a tiny little male witch insisted that the school needed an alarm system for dimensional intruders. People laughed and laughed. Today was the day that he proved them all wrong. The entire school started to buzz with activity. Administrative staff were instantly teleported outside, many still in their pajamas. Armor automatically appeared over their night clothes. They were a sad sight to me as I gazed down on them from my dorm room window in a daze. The defenders of the school, out in their nickers and half asleep. A glass of warm milk could have taken them all out.

School statues came to life and the plants took on a life of their own. Warriors formed from the elements, golems of water, fire, earth, and even air appeared. Alarms wailed, waking up all of the students and faculty. It was utter chaos and somewhere a tiny little male witch turned over in his grave with a snicker on his face.

An older witch with her curlers still in her hair cast a spell to make the entire school light up. Night blazed like day. This allowed everyone to be able to see the intruders clearly. From the tears, silver furred werewolves flooded into the school along with other monsters and began to scatter everywhere. Many were carrying axes and all looked ferocious.

The administrative staff were being quickly pushed back towards the school walls. They cast every spell they could think of but they were unprepared for the number of monsters flooding into the school.

The teachers had begun to appear as well. Their numbers helped, but they were still outmatched. The majority of the monsters were werewolves. Despite all the powerful spells being thrown, most did very little lasting damage to the werewolves because of their impressive healing ability. As teachers and staff fell under the claws of monsters their corpses were dragged back through the tears.

I was still looking out my window when I noticed one of the werewolves had Bob thrown over his shoulder. He was kicking and screaming and trying to get free, but the wolf was too strong. I sighed. It would be Bob. I was three stories up, but with my improved body I managed to jump out the window and land without any injuries. I looked up at how far I had jumped and I was a little impressed with myself. Then I turned and took off running towards the werewolf holding Bob. He had Bob tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Following close behind me was the tiny dog with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Crowley was as happy as he could be, running between the feet of witches and monsters and completely unconcerned with everything that was happening. The large body of a werewolf fell between me and Crowley. He jumped up onto the werewolf’s chest and then hopped off without slowing. He looked as if he were grinning as his tiny legs quickly carried him across the field of battle. For something so tiny that dog sure could move.

I moved with incredible speed as I used my footwork technique Silence of the Grave. Despite my increase in speed Crowley had no problems keeping up with me. My fists began to glow black as I ran towards Bob and the silver furred werewolf that had captured him. I didn’t realize how large the werewolf was until I was right in front of him. He had to be at least eight feet tall and his muscles had muscles. For a very brief second I wondered how difficult it would be to find a new best friend.

Despite its size, two quick jabs with my Withering Fist technique was more than enough to kill it. Its silver fur darkened as it gradually died, eventually turning pitch black. Bob’s weight became too much for it, causing it to drop Bob. Then the werewolf began to shrink in size, its muscles withering because of my attack. It eventually collapsed to the ground and died, the influx of so much death qi finally killing it. Soon nothing was left behind besides its hide and bones.

Witches and werewolves were dying left and right. An entire field of corpses. It was paradise for a necromancer. Every dead body meant another fighter for me. I decided to put my own twist on what I had learned in class. I reached out with the death qi inside of me and brought every corpse back to life. Their soulless bodies rose as one, werewolves and witches alike. This was the reason necromancers were feared. This was the reason necromancers were so powerful. In seconds I had created a small army that would obey my silent commands.

They weren’t like normal zombies whose flesh had been soaked in special chemicals and herbs. They hadn’t had special spells said over them or powerful rituals performed to raise them. They were quick summoned and they would only last for an hour or maybe two max. That was if they didn’t