Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26510601-20170425170033/@comment-26510601-20170501164841

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As the restless undead closed in all around Keldran, he took it into his hands to crush these mindless aberrations of life. Once leaping into the air and making use of Antlion, it was clear that it was working to some extent as the ground lost its foundation and everything began to pull into the center. Bones crushed and crunched as the undead were pulled within and began to pile up. Yet, there was strangely some resistance and the Antlion wasn't nearly as affective as it should've been, it was like the ground itself was resisting. This left a deal of some undead still standing from what was affected by Keldran's antlion technique, but nothing he couldn't make short work of as he furiously parted the horde in his journey to the mountain.

But, this wasn't to say at all Keldran could simply relax and give himself time to conjure these devastating techniques this time around. Undead began to rain from the sky as a great cape drew over the scene, if Keldran looked to see what it was he'd see a moving mountain ready to fall atop him as the ground began animate with the same creeping and unnatural energy that these undead held. He'd have to move fast while plowing through the next wave to get farther or be crushed under it all. Keldran was getting closer though with each and every step he made towards the sanctuary of Fauzastas' mountain. It wouldn't be long before he finally arrived and could rest in spite of these relentless undead.