Just a sneak preview of chapter 11. For the few people who actually read it lol.

“Synchronization.” Raccious held out both hands, gripping the onyx wand tightly. “Consume the living. Venom!”

In a dark flash of arcane energy, the wand morphed itself into a staff that bore a similar appearance.

Raccious cast a Magic Guard around him, preparing to engage in combat with the Yeti. Instantly, a semi-permeable, almost transparent bubble shield formed in a short radius around him. Although the aqueous barrier looked thin and fragile, it could take a hard beating, having saved Raccious’ ass many times. His left hand scooped a pile of snow, and flung it at the Yeti.

“Tools of Malice.” The snow transformed itself into glowing black icicles, all of whom soared towards the Yeti with deadly accuracy. It was a rather basic technique, imbuing makeshift projectiles with darkness energy to pelt enemies.

A handful buried themselves in the Yeti’s chest, while the others scattered themselves onto the Yeti’s arms and legs. The pain inflicted caused the Yeti to bellow a resounding battle cry- which shook the very mountain they were on. It started its charge at Raccious, determined to crush this intruder.

“Corruption.” Raccious calmly gestured with his staff, to have a beam of dark energy materialize. It cut through the air speedily, snuggling in the chest of the Yeti, who paid no heed to it. Almost instantly, dark spots started appearing on its body.
Raccious allowed himself a tiny satisfactory smile. The Corruption Spell was the necromancer’s answer to Bless. Instead of granting the user the power to buff allies, it gave the user the ability to nerf enemies. Necromancery was never based on defense, defence never won any battles. Offence certainly did. The Yeti now had lowered defense, attack and avoidability. It cued the main offensive dish.

“Lilith’s Judgement.” Raccious held his staff in front of him, dark arcane energy splashing itself over the staff. The energy shaped itself to the shape of a bow, and nocked to the staff was an arrow of pure corruption. Raccious took aim at the chest of the Yeti- its heart.

Lilith’s Judgement, a technique that Raccious had coined himself, required Raccious to materialize his arcane energy. It was only after painstaking efforts that Raccious had even managed to finally carry out the technique without the bow crumbling to pieces in front of his eyes. He had been practicing the technique ever since his parents’ deaths. It had been their wish to experience a day when necromancers had their own elemental version of arcane arrows.

Raccious held his breath for a split second, making sure that his aim was true. With steady hands, he unleashed the pent-up power of the arrow, sending it straight at the Yeti. The arrow itself seemed to possess a will of its own; the killing intent that radiated from it was immense.

Even the intellectually challenged Yeti could sense that the attack spelt danger. With not enough time to dodge the attack completely, it swiftly swayed its body to the side.

The arrow pierced through the Yeti’s shoulder, tearing the tendon there to shreds of flesh. Even its thick hide couldn’t prevent it from getting damaged. Bits of pinkish flesh littered the ground around the Yeti.

Raccious smirked. His newly acquired technique had been well worth the effort invested to master it. Dedicating every waking moment of his life ever since he “lost” to Laran in order to master the technique had paid off. He now wielded an incredible power. The remnants of the dark energy swirled around his arm like a mist clinging tightly to the grave. Then, everything went to hell.

A vision suddenly splashed across Raccious’ mind. “Nggh!!” Raccious bit his lip, furiously trying to suppress the sudden outburst of seizing pains. This was no headache- it was pure crippling pain.

The arcane bow collapsed into dust, as Raccious pressed his hand against his left eye. Wincing, he uncontrollably shut his left eye. And as expected, he saw the image in his mind’s eye yet again. The image of an indistinct figure sitting on a throne was incredibly glaring.

This was not the first time it had occurred. Over the last few weeks, visions of the being that was shrouded in shadow had, for the lack of a better term, haunted him. It seemed to spring out more frequently whenever he performed techniques that directly drew on the element of darkness; something that Raccious had been quick to notice.

Raccious shook his head wildly, trying to banish the rapidly escalating pains, when the Yeti started storming towards him again. The ground shook, as the Yeti’s heavy feet clashed against the snow.

“Bastard!” Raccious struggled to his feet, shakily raising his staff towards the Yeti.

“Shadolt!” He felt the surge of energy gather at the tip of the staff’s orb; the familiar darkness energy was shaping into a ball. Time was a luxury that he could not afford in this situation. The moment he felt it take shape, he hurriedly flung it at the Yeti.

Somehow, he managed to direct the shadow bolt towards the Yeti. The slow-moving bolt of energy was easily evaded by the Yeti who leapt over it. The furry beast was heading straight for Raccious; its fists were curled together, positioned as an overhead smash.

“Come on!” His arcane energy was slipping from his grasp, like grains of sand through his hands. He needed time to recuperate- time to recover his energy.

Raccious slammed his staff with such strength that it protruded through the snow. He took a deep breath, for he knew that the next technique he cast-if it failed-, would cost him dearly.