"Brilliant." Jorl pondered. "The undead could have all worn a Harmonizer, but that would have also meant they could be more easily stolen or lost in the chaos of battle. Those artifacts must hold an important secret if the Undead Courts put so much thought into protecting them."
"Of course they do, you foolish sparrow!" Night snarled. "Those are not regular Harmonizers. They carry the mark of my mother’s workings. She must have found a way to further her children’s evolution potential like Glemos did for the Balors."
"So what? They are useless away from a mana geyser." The Storm Griffon shrugged.
’Undead are supposed to be an evolutionary dead branch, and Vurdalaks are part Vampire.’ Orpal said via a mind link to keep the conversation secret from the rest of his underlings. ’It means Upyrs might be a dead branch as well.
’Though if those Harmonizers work on a Vampire, they should work on me as well. If I can find a path toward evolution, then I, you, and all my loyal followers would enjoy the bloodline abilities of my human, Dragon, and Phoenix aspects.’
The Dead King hated to admit the possibility he might be a flawed being instead of the supreme existence he claimed, yet he had no other choice. He needed Jorl’s help to succeed, and the Griffon couldn’t plan their way to success if he wasn’t aware of Orpal’s real goal.
’We’ll take a few, then.’ Jorl replied, secretly hoping the Harmonizer might hold the secret to restore his original life force.
"You’ll pay for this, Bhaz!" The Chosen roared with Orpal’s voice. "Take this!"
What energy was left of Nascent Sprout answered its master’s call and returned to the crystal spear. Night and Orpal added new rune sequences to the Blade Spell and infused it with more mana, turning it into Death Seedling.
The new Blade Spell was carried by a fresh Wailing Wind and possessed a destructive power several times greater. It struck the backline of the retreating Dread Knight, causing a shockwave so powerful that many of them were sent flying despite dodging the actual blast.
"My King!" Anghor cried for Bhaz to retreat. "He’s slaughtering us!"
"A few lives are a price worth paying to expose the Dead King’s new strength." The Dawn King replied. "Rescue the wounded, but don’t stop! Retreat!"
He was the first to follow his own orders, Blood Blinking to the ground and rescuing two injured Dread Knights before it was too late. Death Seedling vaporized the undead steeds, but they were also part of the Dread Knight.
With time and nourishment, they would return, whereas the death of a Dread Knight would have been an unacceptable loss.
The members of the Dawn Court ran for their undeath as the Upyrs gained more ground. As soon as the world energy filled the air again, the Corrupted Divine Beasts’ size and mass gave them an overwhelming advantage over their puny enemies.
Even the most powerful undead like the Grendels could only defend and run.
"This makes no sense." Jorl said as the enemy’s retreat devolved into a rout. "Those are not cowardly humans, but ancient undead. Then why are they scrambling like that? Where is the discipline? Why aren’t they assuming a defensive formation? Unless..."
His bird eyes widened in understanding.
"Order all the troops to stop! It’s a trap!" He clenched Orpal’s shoulder.
Truth dawned before the charging Upyrs, in the literal sense of the word.
As the first wave of soldiers of the Undead Courts retreated, the second wave advanced. It was an orderly line of knights in armor of the purest Adamant that reflected the faintest starlight, making them visible from a great distance.
"Not them!" Orpal cursed. "Not now!"

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