Hlecter, the Undead — The End of the Archie Ruin

[Hlecter]

Hlecter, the Undead — The End of the Archie Ruin

Decay and shadow are my allies, and the Archie Ruin was a festering wound upon this land. I, Hlecter, Undead commander, marched with relentless purpose toward that cursed Level 7 fortress. Its walls were thick with ancient curses, its defenders twisted by dark sorcery — but they were nothing compared to the will of the undead.

With every step, the ground rotted and twisted, feeding my legion. I welcomed Sagar2025, Dark Elf, whose swift blades and deadly magic tore open the defenses. Together, we were unstoppable.

As the ruin’s core pulsed with corrupt energy, I unleashed my necromantic power, breaking its defenses from within. The black gems shattered, their dark glow extinguished forever. The ruin’s fall was inevitable.

We left no stone unturned, no shadow unclaimed. The Archie Ruin fell, its secrets buried beneath the dust and ashes of our victory.
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[freeharika]

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[Hlecter]

Hlecter, the Undead — Herald of the End
Decay is not death. It is transformation. And I, Hlecter, commander of the dead, am its final truth.
The Arch-Ruin had stood for centuries — a Level 7 fortress steeped in curses and shadow, pulsing with the rot of forgotten gods. It fed on fear. It breathed despair. Its defenders, once human, had long since become grotesque reflections of the ruin’s hatred.
But it was not eternal.
I came not with life, but with silence.
From the northern blightlands I marched, a legion of the dead rising in my wake. Skeletal warlords, bone-plated beasts, spirits bound in chains of soulfire — all followed me, not with songs, but with purpose.
The Arch-Ruin resisted. The very earth writhed beneath our feet. Winds howled curses in tongues no living ear should hear. But I do not fear the whispers of the damned.
I command them.
As we approached the outer wards, I extended my will. The soil curdled. The grass died. The walls — thick with spell-rot and old blood — began to shudder. And then came a new force: Sagar2025, the Dark Elf, slicing through the defenses like moonlight through fog.
We had never fought side by side before, but our purposes aligned with perfect clarity.
While Sagar moved like vengeance incarnate — swift and relentless — I unleashed the deeper tide. I raised the fallen defenders, twisted their lingering hate into fuel for my army. The very magic that protected the ruin now served its undoing.
Deeper into the ruin we went, through cursed halls and echoing chambers of madness. At its core pulsed the Heart — a monolith of black crystal, humming with power older than the stars. It beat like a heart not just alive, but aware.
It tried to repel us. Time bent. Shadows fought back.
I answered with necromancy drawn from realms beyond death. Soulbinding chants echoed from my hollow throat as I flayed the monolith’s magical defenses, unraveling them one thread at a time.
Sagar struck the Heart with blade and fury. I crushed it with unrelenting will.
The crystal shattered — not with a scream, but with a whisper, like the last breath of a god.
The ruin began to die.
Stone collapsed. Dark energy bled into the sky. The Arch-Ruin, once thought indestructible, fell into ruin beneath our combined wrath.
We did not celebrate. Victory was never in doubt.
We came to cleanse. To end.
Now, only dust and silence remain. The black gems that once powered its foul heart now lie inert, buried beneath layers of bone and ash.
The land remembers peace once more.
And I, Hlecter, left no soul unturned in delivering it.

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[freeharika]

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