Atem, from his hidden location deep inside the ground, began to chant and activate the second spell he had prepared. As it was a spell that consummed Magic faster than the purple mist one, he had delayed activitating it until there were far less ennemies. Until only those that would require Tempest to truly move were left.

In their plan, Atem was to solely focus on a supporting role. Many are underestimating such a role and they should not. In cases where battles are fought in numerical inferiority, having someone capable enough to mess with the ennemies and turn their numbers into a disadvantage is game-changing. Rather than having him fight on the frontline from the start, where his Magic would deplete faster, it was far better to make him create a field that was advantageous to them. And that he did.

While the Purple Mist was not affecting the hundred and some opponents left, it did force them to consumme their Magic to protect themselves from it. This consumption being lower than Atem's who had to keep the Purple Mist up through the entire island. However, if you considered the consumption of all hundred of them at once, it became a big win.

This next spell was similar yet different. It would be similar in that it would deplete and hinder the ennemies just the same but it was different in that it required to be controlled. This spell was of the Shadow type. It was named 'UnderHanded' as a pun on its effect. It gave birth to arms of tangible shadows in a set perimeter defined upon casting. It was named because the hands seemed to came from under the ground itself and it was a spell usable from afar.

More than anything, this spell could enable Atem to grab and restrict the bounty hunters and whoever was caught or even just touched would have a not so nice surprise. Those were shadows and belonged to a different realm from the one of the living. They did not come from the realm of the dead as there were no such things but they were not 'real' in this dimension. And being touched by such things gave a very bad disease to the living.

Necrosis.

Whoever was touched by those arms would see the place they collided with it being afflicted by a curse of necrosis. Necrosis was simply put the death of cells. Whoever would be unable to cope with this new spell would see his body dying and decaying slowly. Not only would it be painful, it supposedly induce utmost fear and madness. Seeing your own body die with your own eyes wasn't much of a welcome sight.

The perimeter set was obviously the island and the arms would be manifesting from the shadows...Now, considering that the entire island was filled with bushes, trees and grass... How many shadows were there to be used? The answer was 'yes'.

And no sooner did the poor bounty hunters learn this fact. As dark ethereal hands erupted all over from the ground and began to try to grab at them, inflincting the Necrosis curse whenever they succeeded, the panic that had settled came back in full throttle.

Of course, once again, while some were successfully ambushed and killed, some were able to resist without much difficulty. One of those example was a team of four. They were all beings that looked like a mix between humans, turtles and gorillas with pale blue skin and no body hair at all. They were ugly beings called Chandras. That being said, they compensated their uglyness for their incredible talents with Magic.

They realized right away that this Magic was of the Shadow type and quickly, one of them conjured a ball of light. The light forced the shadows to recede far from their group and they could keep moving forward. One of them dealt with the few rare wolves of mist left that came their way from time to time as they all kept up their barriers against the mist. One other was tracking the one that used the Purple Mist spell.

However they ended up having to stop in their tracks as someone was blocking their path. It was a wolfman of blue hair color with some red tattoos. He was wearing nothing but leather pants and blowing out cold air silently as he stared at them. Like a hunter fixing its prey, ready to jump.

And jumping he did. With all his strength, he ran straight into the midst of the Chandras. And he quickly tore through their bodies with his claws cloaked in Magic. While the Chandras were impressive Magicians, they were far less impressive as Warriors. Usually, they would be able to keep an ennemy they noticed at bay with their quick castings and quick thinking abilities.

Unfortunately for them, they met the wrong match. Tempest specialized in Ice, Wind and Reinforcement Magics. Adding onto that his body, crafted from the corpse of Titans, was built for speed, agility and strength...Those poor turtles stood no chance.

In fights between a warrior and a magician, there is only one thing that ever determines the issue of the battle. It is speed. Will the Magician be fast enough to cast to keep the warrior away or will the warrior be fast enough to reach the magician before it. This time was no exception to this rule.

Tempest was his name. It wasn't a meaningless name.

Now drenched in the blue blood of the creatures, he smelled the air and caught onto the smell of his next prey...Five this time considering the smell. He walked towards them in order to take an ambushing spot. His footsteps silent and light, like a true wild animal on a hunt.

'Tempest: I missed this so much~'

The best way to excel at what you do is to love it. Tempest loved to hunt preys and everything could be his prey. As such, he was very deadly in battles.