Awakening: I Ascend As A Legendary Ranked Necromancer-Chapter 72: Alright?

I stood up and began to approach the monster again, and it immediately focused its attention on me like a laser beam. "Why don’t you just leave if you don’t like disturbance so much?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Be careful, Torvan; the monster’s skill is not something to sneezed at," Litha warned.

"Don’t worry, I got it," I said.

I began to walk closer, and I didn’t show my aura; my green eyes just locked steadily on the monster. "I’m thinking of a sneak attack since it seems to be reacting to my unholy magic, maybe it can hurt it.....!!"

I suddenly sent my magic surging forward in a blast of green hand, but the monster was waiting just for that, and the second I began to use my power—it also unleashed its own.

The monster didn’t use an area attack this time; no, it sent its gravity force like a big ball and hit me in the chest with it. Wham! I was sent jetted back like a flunged catapult and again, smashed into a tree.

It was more painful this time because my ankle got caught in it, and it reminded me of when my leg smacked the table back on Earth. Very painful experience.

My eyes blazed as I struggled to my feet, and I rubbed my chest. "Just a bit more, and you’d have crushed my chest."

"Torvan? Are you okay? Maybe you should stop for now," Litha called. She was breathing hard herself and was leaning against a tree, holding onto it for support.

"Are you alright?"

"Just that the Onus is just a little heavier, and it’s digging its claws even harder. Little bastard," she scowled.

The monster was ignoring her; it was focused on me and my next move. So I began to walk towards it again, raising my two hands. I knew the monster’s reaction speed was fast, and it was very sensitive to mana usage.

There has to be a way to bypass that, I thought. I stopped in front of the monster, and we began to stare at each other; the Onus’s face was too expressive for my liking.

Everyone watched how I wanted to attack next; even the monster was watching intently. I looked at Litha and knew this was something I had to do because the monster was already the size of a four-year-old.

The problem was how to fight the monster without killing us both. An undead spirit and a Necromancer, I nearly chuckled. Shouldn’t it be easy?

What I did know was that no amount of subtlety would work. I’d have to fight like a bull here, so I began to circulate my Unholy magic inside, stimulating it and getting it going. Once my inside was filled with so much power that my eyes blazed with it, I attacked!

I used my Unholy magic, not like hands this time, but sent it out in a straight line like a spear. The monster attacked just as fast and sent force slamming into me, but my attack landed first, and the Unholy attack hooked the monster in the stomach!

I staggered, but I wasn’t sent crashing back because I had already hooked myself with the monster, though my cheek and neck still stung. "You...! I’m beginning to find things even more annoying than goblins!"

"Now let’s see what I can do with this!" I said, now that a line of magic was strung between us. "Tim! Can you find a way to deflect its attacks for me while I do... whatever it is I can do?"

Tim came by my side and struck out his hand, and the space in front of us boiled and ripped. "I’ll hold it for now."

"Now then," I said. The connection with the spirit felt oily, as if I were touching cold grease with my bare hands. I felt a lot of flashes from the monster as it looked to fight me too, then the two of us went at it.

I sent a bolt of shock down the temporary connection, and the monster sent its own back. I jerked, and the monster jerked; suddenly, darkness rolled between us, and I suddenly found myself in a dark space.

"Where am I?" I looked around the space. All that covered me was darkness, a thick, rolling one. But there was another source of light around too. "Is... this me?"

I could see my whole body and not, as if I were looking from outside my body, and I also saw myself from my own eyes. I was sitting on a throne made of bones, and my whole body was made of flames, bright green solid fire.

A crown hovered above my head; it was shrouded in darkness, so I didn’t know what it looked like or what it was made with. "What is this I’m wearing? Like some young lord in a Chinese face slapping novel."

In front of me were two goblins, the war chief and its subordinate, and beside me on the right side stood Hermit. My monster appeared in its true form, and all I could do was stare.

Hermit was far taller than me, a mass of flesh with numerous maws on its body. Fangs flashed and disappeared, and it didn’t keep one shape as it kept changing—from a two-legged walking monster to a single-legged one.

"Hermit?" I shuddered as it kept changing form, but one constant thing was that it kept its eyes on me whenever it changed. "So this is how you look."

Beneath us, the floor glowed as words written in green fire flared. "I’m in some kind of dark space that spreads so far I can’t even comprehend it. I’m sitting on a throne and surrounded by my monsters. And is this a page of Grimoire beneath me?"

"Is this some kind of mind space?"

"Wait," I suddenly sat up. "What brought me here? The Onus! That bastard! Where is it!" I stood up, and there it was, glowing with silver light.