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Chapter 207 – The Graveyard of Failures: Part One
Chapter 207 – The Graveyard of Failures: Part One
The night air was thick with the scent of decay.
As Seraphis and Azrael descended upon the Graveyard of Failures, a chilling stillness surrounded them. The moon cast a pale glow over the desolate ruins, revealing broken stone markers, shattered crypts, and countless scattered bones.
This was no ordinary graveyard.
This was a burial ground for the forsaken.
The place where the failed experiments had been discarded. The ones who had not evolved—who had become something twisted, unnatural.
A faint whisper drifted through the air, an unnatural sound, like voices from beyond the grave.
Azrael landed beside her, shifting back into human form. His black uniform blended into the darkness, his eyes scanning the ruined landscape with sharp focus.
"Something’s here," he murmured.
Seraphis said nothing. She didn’t need to.
Her senses were already screaming.
Then—the ground moved.
A single skeletal hand burst from the dirt, its bony fingers clawing at the earth.
Then another.
And another.
All at once, the graveyard came alive.
From beneath the ruined tombs, from the shattered crypts, from the very shadows themselves—they rose.
Undead.
Twisted, deformed vampiric creatures—half-decayed, their bodies held together by scraps of flesh and bone. Their eyes burned with cold hunger, their movements unnatural, twitching as they dragged themselves free from the ground.
Some were once vampires, but they had rotted, becoming nothing more than feral husks. Others were failed experiments, bodies that had twisted beyond recognition, covered in grotesque mutations—extra limbs, elongated fangs, spines of jagged bone.
There were dozens. No—hundreds.
And they were all coming for them.
Seraphis cracked her neck.
"Well, this should be fun."
Azrael flexed his fingers, already summoning his weapons.
"How do you want to do this?"
Seraphis smirked.
"Simple. We kill them all."
And then—the battle began.
The First Wave
The first undead lunged, its skeletal claws reaching for Seraphis’s throat.
She moved instantly—her dagger flashing in the moonlight as she twisted, slicing through its arm in a single motion. The bone snapped cleanly, but the creature did not stop.
Instead, it lunged again, jaws snapping.
Seraphis dropped low, sweeping her leg beneath it, knocking it off balance before driving her blade straight into its skull.
The creature let out a horrible shriek, its body convulsing violently before it collapsed into dust.
But there were so many more.
Azrael was already in motion.
He whirled through the battlefield, his movements fluid, effortless. His blades flashed, cutting through the undead like paper. One came at him from behind—he ducked, spinning as his dagger sliced across its ribs, severing its spine.
Another lunged—he caught it mid-air, twisting its neck with inhuman strength, the sound of snapping bone echoing through the graveyard.
Yet more kept coming.
Seraphis leapt into the air, landing on a broken gravestone before launching herself forward. Her dagger found its mark, piercing through an undead’s skull, but before she could pull away, another creature tackled her from the side.
She rolled with the impact, hitting the ground hard.
The creature tried to pin her, its rotten teeth snapping inches from her face.
With a snarl, she drove her knee into its ribs, forcing it back just long enough to grab its jaw—
And rip it clean off.
The creature collapsed, but three more were already coming.
Seraphis hissed.
"This is getting annoying."
Azrael appeared at her side, breathing hard.
"They’re not stopping."
She wiped blood from her blade, her eyes narrowing.
"Then we need to hit harder."
The Second Wave – The Abominations
As if responding to her words, the ground split apart.
Something massive rose from the earth.
A creature unlike the others.
It was twice the size of the rest, its body a horrifying fusion of multiple corpses—stitched together by thick black veins pulsing with dark energy. Its eyes were hollow, but something lurked within them—something aware.
It let out a sickening roar, its voice a chorus of tortured souls.
Azrael’s grip tightened on his daggers.
"I hate this place."
Seraphis smirked.
"Then let’s burn it down."
The abomination charged.
Seraphis dodged left, her speed a blur as she barely avoided its massive, clawed hand slamming into the ground. The impact cracked the earth, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.
Azrael took his chance—leaping onto its back, driving both daggers deep into its flesh.
The abomination howled, twisting violently, trying to shake him off.
But Azrael held firm, his blades carving deep, jagged wounds.
Seraphis moved in from below, her dagger flashing as she severed one of its legs at the knee.
The beast stumbled, its balance faltering—
And then Seraphis was on top of it.
She plunged her blade deep into its skull, twisting with brutal precision.
The creature screamed—
And then collapsed.
Dust and blood filled the air.
But there was no time to rest.
More were coming.
The graveyard was endless, and the undead would not stop.
Seraphis turned to Azrael, her breath heavy but her eyes burning with determination.
"We’re not done yet."
Azrael wiped blood from his face, smirking despite himself.
"Good. I was just getting warmed up."
And then—they charged forward once more.