AN: I'm halfway through my buffer chapter, so I might as well post the promised third chapter for today. Was PMed by someone who wanted to know why there were other PoVs, when it's a story being told by one person. Well, hopefully this chapter can shed some light on how it is possible.

EDIT: Just realised 49 has a better explanation as to why he's able to speak from the others' PoV, but y'all are going to have to wait until tomorrow for that one. Sorry.

As always, folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please let me know down below.

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"Why are there undead?" Shouted Delianna, as she rolled away from a pair of rusting iron swords that were chopping down towards her position. "There shouldn't be any since this is the- shit," her body was pushed backwards by a decaying shield, and another rusted iron sword fell towards her skull. She blocked the weapon by crossing both her daggers, but was forced to bend a single knee from the strength of the creature.

"These aren't normal undead," mumbled the mage, as his lightning spells passed through the bodies of the transparent skeletons harmlessly. He raised his voice above the sounds of battle and screaming, "We need to find their source, and fast. Else the fallen will soon rise again, and I doubt we'd be able to handle them all."

">," intoned another armoured brute, who was pointing a small warhammer at a Banshee that was currently wailing at a small group of humans. A pillar of golden light fell upon the creature's position, causing its wail to become a screech, as the magicks vaporised its body to ash and dust.

"How many more of the Judgments can you cast, Arthur?" Markus called out to the other armoured being, as it panted heavily. This armoured brute Called Arthur wore a Templar's full plate, with a bucket styled helmet, and a tattered white surcoat with a red cross covered the armour below.

"Five more," he gasped out, gripping the warhammer tightly, "Lost my shield to a Wight not too long ago."

"Um, guys, what's that?" The boy-child pointed a newly found flail at a giant skeleton watching the battle taking place. From their position, they could barely make out its features, but were able to see that it had an extra pair of arms, and its skull looked much like a cross between a dragon and a human, whilst retaining much of its human side.

The head of such a creature then moved to looked down upon something in a decrepit robe, who then thrust out its arms as a pale, green mist began to form before it. From the mist came another small army of transparent skeletons, who then began to march towards their positions. Even going so far as to ignore all others, as they continued to trudge forward.

">," Arthur roared, pointing his warhammer at the approaching skeletons. Of which were vaporised to ash and dust, but after the pillar vanished, "Where is the giant skeleton?"

"Are you the new heroes these humans have summoned?" A voice shook the earth where they stood, and it seems it was coming from behind them. Turning slowly, the group openly stared up at the giant, and in one of its clawed hands was a struggling Zero, whose flesh was slowly liquefying.

"I ask again," its voice became thunderous, as the archer's body became a puddle of flesh beneath its clawed feet, "Are you the new heroes?"

*****

"Zero!" The female human shouted, as the archer, who was the only one to see through my "Cast of Shadows", liquefied after my claws pierced its flesh. Just before the poison reached its head, however, I was able to glimpse at the creatures ears, and found it to be as pointed as an elf's.

Silently, I intoned the spell, ">," upon those before my person, and found them to be human, save for the one holding an overly large morning star. This one seemed to have the blood of a giant in its veins, but it did not concern my being.

">," began the templar, but I simply intone my own spell to counter his.

">," I intoned, pointing towards the armoured human, and watched as a small claw made up of my silvered energies launch from my clawed finger. The energy then entered one of the slits in his bucket styled helmet, causing him to stumble over the spell, and wail at the sudden pain. This human removed his helmet just as the wailings began, throwing it onto the ground, and clutched his head whilst his golden locks of hair flowed around his hands.

"Get it out of my head," he shouted, as another intoned a spell called "Mental Fortitude". The spell was enough to expunge my own, but not enough to prevent it from stealing away some of the male's thoughts, feelings, history, and spells.

Once my own spell merged with my mind, I learned all these things, which included their names, how they met, their camaraderie, and so much more. Even going so far as to letting me know I can now use the various spells of the Templar, Cleric, and Paladin class. Within my mind, I began to laugh a great and terrible laughter, of which transferred to my actual self, and laughed along with my mind.

">," I intoned with mirth, as spheres of my silvered energies began to form upon my palms, then shot out towards the group of "heroes". They then transformed themselves into a small pack of wolves, of which caused the mage's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Don't let that spell touch you," he shouted, creating a barrier of magick about them, protecting their bodies from the spell. My imaginary lips drew themselves into a frown, as I saw this, and sent forth several crimson streaks of lightning towards the barrier. Each and every one tore a hole into the barrier, only to watch as it repaired itself within mere moments.

It was at this time, however, that the humans' armies began to rain down their own arrows and spells upon my person. So great was this torrent, dust clouds began to form around my body, obscuring it from the rest of the world. They continued this onslaught for several minutes; until they ran out of arrows and energy.

"Did we win?" Piped up a small voice from within the barrier, and I noticed it was the boy-child's, whose name was Derek.

"No," whispered the mage who called himself Merlin, "Look," and it was true. As the dust settled about my being, all could see that I was unharmed and well protected by a pair of large floating slabs of stone, along with a shimmering, golden barrier that clung to my body.

My poisonous breath began to churn behind my maw, as my body turned towards those humans who were now shaking in their armour. Upon opening my maw, the poisonous breath flew towards the humans, as they turned and fled from the death that was I. Those that did not choose to escape straight away wailed in terror for a few moments, as my poisonous breath engulfed their beings, reducing them to puddles of iron and flesh.

Returning my gaze towards the position of the mage and his group, however, I noted that they had fled, which caused my mind to become quite annoyed with their departure. ">," I intoned, and my eyes came upon their fleeing backsides. They were all running towards the humans' main camp, where the bulk of my horde was currently battling the humans.

I raised four forefingers were raised towards the fleeing heroes' backsides, intoning the spell, ">." Four bolts of emerald and violet coloured lightning streaked from my outstretched fingers, racing towards my prey. Three struck the ground near their bodies, whereas the fourth slammed into the back of Arthur.

"Arthur," cried out the group in alarm, as the templar fell onto the bloody ground. Another bolt of emerald and violet launched itself towards the fallen human, only to be blocked by the mage's barrier.

"How troublesome," my voice was naught, but a murmur above the noise, and began an onslaught of chaotic lightning upon the humans beneath the shield.

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"Arthur, are you alright? Can you hear me?" Markus shook the other, trying to gather a response from him, but to no avail. Instead, the giant of a human roared to the heavens, and charged the skeleton while withdrawing his oversized mace.

The undead being before them chuckled at the human's response, intoning the spell, ">." Four clawed hands raised themselves high, as crimson coloured energies crackled between its fingertips. Time seem to crawl between them, as a torrential downfall of lightning flew from the monster's fingertips, towards a now wide eyed and stunned human. He did his best to turn around, to flee back towards the barrier where his companions called for his return. However, it was to no avail, as his body slipped and fell hard to the ground beneath his feet. Just as the first of the chaotic energies reached his body, his eyes saw Arthur shakily standing up.