[An Army of Undead Soldiers]

Far away from any civilization, in a desolate land covered in grey ash where no tree nor vegetation grows, 4 wyrms that were decomposing flew through the skies, they salivated a purple liquid that corroded anything that touched. Those wyrms dived down and crashed near an army that stood still as stone even after the shockwave, the army itself seemed to be wearing rusted armor and very old weapons. The wyrm has taken little damage but they didn't react to it as if they couldn't feel any pain.

The army that was standing still suddenly started to kneel as a form of respect, the wyrms followed their gesture the best they could as well as a pale tall skinny elf made his way with a humanoid with pink skin and a tail following right behind him.

"L-lord!" The panicked voice of the kaijin resounded across the lands, it soon kneeled on the ground behind the elf that was approaching the soldiers and stopped turning around to face the Kaijin, his purple eyes were filled with hatred as he looked towards the kaijin.

"It's funny how even after 9 thousand years i still have to deal with incompetents like you." The elf extended his hand and the pale skin transformed into a purple-black hand, purple liquid dripping from it, the elf tightened his grip on the head of the kaijin, blood slowly seeped out as well as cries of pain resounded in the desolate land. "The only worth in you is that you follow orders mindlessly, besides that you are worse than any living being as you can't even provide me with life essence."

*Pop*

The elf crushed the kaijin with his grip easily, he waved his hand and it returned to the old pale white color, thus he resumed his walk towards one of the soldiers and as he did that his hand swirled in dark energy as an eye could be seen materializing out of thin air, the eye started to spin until it flew with unrivaled speeds toward the north-east

The elf sighed after doing that and spoke to himself. "Dragons sure are troublesome, until today i thought it was impossible to catch the Watcher Eye.." The elf's face contorted into a weird smile, and a weird purple liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, adding to the weirdness factor. The elf clapped his hands and one of the soldiers stood up and rushed towards him before kneeling once more.

"Lord Immitis." The soldier said in a rough voice. "Go take in more people, i need to be sure that that dragon will die." Immitis turned his head to the other soldiers and approached as the last one disappeared running, once he was right in front of one of the soldiers he took out the rusty helmet.

It revealed a face of a drow filled with a Purple-yellow liquid dripping down, its body starting the process of decomposition. "You follow the other one to go pick up some manpower." The soldier instantly disappeared, running at speeds faster than the eye can see while maintaining its body in perfect shape.

"We will sweep through the lands and get that dragon.. Three days is enough for us to get enough manpower and two months is enough for us to reach where they are." Immitis spoke in a cheerful tone as he picked something out of his robe, it looked like a painting of a mirror and a very old room, with rotten wood and broken planks on the ground. Immitis placed down this painting and stepped onto it, slowly sinking inside the picture.

"I can't wait~ With the power of a dragon i can finally overpower the other 3 and refine darkness." Immitis voice sounded like one of a child and when he finally crossed the painting, he looked like an elf child completely. The room that he was in had a luxurious bed, the walls were painted yellow color as well as filled with paintings of other elves, Immitis got up from his bed and walked toward the door and opened it, outside there was a maid that was about to knock at the door looking awkwardly at Immitis before quickly recomposing herself.

"Your Majesty is calling for you." The maid said with a solemn expression and Immitis expression quickly changed to a worried one as he spoke in a worried tone, "Is father okay?"

"No.. The infection has been spreading everywhere, what's even weirder is that his Majesty who usually never leaves the throne got it first.." The maid said worriedly, she extended her hand towards Immitis, "Little Elpizo, I'm sure his majesty will get better" Immitis nodded and grabbed tightly onto the maid's hand and spread his aura towards hers, infecting her soul with a disease.

"It will take 4 weeks." Immitis thought while walking towards the throne of the Emperor of the Infinite Forest. The halls were empty and silent, outside those halls Immitis could hear the rain pouring down steadily, and the furniture and paintings along the hall were also dusty, after all nobody could have cleaned it as Immitis had already infected everyone in the castle, this virus that spread through aura would soon infect everyone in the Empire turning them into his soldiers. "Mis, is everyone alright?" Immitis spoke, looking down with a sad face, tears dripping from his eyes. The maid looked at Immitis with pity and reassured him that everything would be fine.

After a short walk they arrived at a huge door decorated with intricate leaves that emanated with aura, the maid went ahead and opened the door, revealing an emperor lying down, next to him was an elf that seemed to be checking on his condition but the elf condition didn't seem any good either, "Son.. please approach me.." The emperor spoke, the voice that was usually filled with excitement that could inspire all the citizens of the Infinite Forest was long gone, replaced by one that was rough and sad. Immitis approached his prey and heard what it had to say, "Immitis, my son.. I soon will leave this plane. I'm sorry for not being there when you were sick- *Cough Cough*" The emperor coughed purple blood as he spoke, the doctor suddenly perked up and rushed towards the Emperor, "You fool- You know you can't exaggerate or else-"

"Or else what?" The rough voice spoke again, "I'm already damned from this world, both you and i know this- *Cough Cough*" Tears slowly rolled down from his eyes, he felt his entire body burning and his heart slowly beating slower and slower. The doctor stood silent from the side, "Son, I'm sorry for leaving a falling empire in your hands, the trees outside also are falling to this damned curse. I'm sorry for leaving when i should be the one facing the consequences afterward and i'm sorry for leaving all the work for you.." Those were the last words of the fallen emperor, his body finally relaxed and let go. Immitis shed tears for his father, his acting was perfect but the truth is he wasn't expecting the emperor to die straight away, the usual route would be to rot from the outside to the inside slowly, but not this type of straight death.

"He must have been blessed by aura, but never practiced and expanded his talent." Immitis thought in disappointment as he shed his tears.