The Undead Knight – Bones’ First True Test

They reached a massive iron door, its surface etched with strange, old inscriptions. Arlan traced a gloved hand over the text.

"Here lies Sir Rockwall of Veyleigh, Executioner of the Damned."

Arlan exhaled sharply. "Yeah, that sounds great. Exactly the kind of thing I wanna wake up."

Bones cracked his knuckles. "Big fight?"

Arlan eyed him. "Only if I say so."

Bones nodded, falling silent. He wouldn't act without Arlan's command.

Arlan took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's do this."

With a push, the door creaked open—revealing the beast inside.

The Undead Knight Awakens

The moment the door fully opened, the air inside the chamber seemed to shift.

At the center of the massive crypt sat a towering figure, its massive frame slouched against a broken throne. The thing was twice the size of a man, its ancient armor cracked but still menacing.

Its greatsword lay across its lap, wider than Arlan's entire body, the metal blackened with age and dried blood.

Then—it moved.

A low, guttural growl rattled from the knight's throat as it lifted its half-rotted face, a twisted mockery of what once might've been human.

The torches flared, casting the knight in an eerie glow as it slowly rose to its full height.

A walking behemoth on two legs.

It exhaled sharply, its shoulders rolling, cracking as it stood. Its eyes locked onto Arlan.

Then—it charged.

The First Clash

The Undead Knight was fast.

Not just fast for its size—faster than anything that big had a right to be.

The greatsword swung down, and Arlan barely had time to roll aside before the stone floor exploded on impact, dust and debris shooting into the air.

Arlan's heart hammered. "Shit—this thing's not messing around!"

Shade flickered forward, trying to confuse it with a dark veil—but the knight didn't even react. It was too focused, too single-minded.

It didn't think.

It executed.

Arlan knew there was only one answer.

"Bones—tear it down!"

Bones vs. The Undead Knight

The moment Arlan gave the order, Bones lunged.

A blur of motion.

He vanished from Arlan's side and reappeared in front of the knight, his claws flashing toward its neck.

But—the knight was faster than expected.

Its gauntlet shot out, catching Bones mid-air, slamming him into the ground with enough force to crack the stone beneath him.

Arlan's stomach dropped. "Bones!"

Then—Bones laughed.

The sound was low, guttural, unnatural.

"Good fight," he murmured.

Then, his body began to change.

The Ogre Awakens

A deep pulse of necrotic energy surged through the chamber as Bones began to shift.

His limbs bulged, stretching unnaturally. His once-lean frame expanded, muscles coiling like thick iron. His small, wiry body became a hulking brute, his fur darkening, his glowing green eyes narrowing into something far more primal.

His claws vanished, his hands swelling into massive, bone-crushing fists.

Bones' Ogre form had awakened.

The knight raised its sword to strike again—

Bones caught it mid-swing.

Metal met flesh—and the flesh didn't budge.

The force of the strike rippled through the chamber, but Bones didn't even flinch. His massive, clawed feet dug into the stone, holding his ground with sheer brute strength.

Then—he grinned.

The knight swung again—Bones didn't dodge this time. Instead, he stepped forward, slamming his fist into the knight's ribs. The impact was devastating—the knight staggered, nearly toppling.

The knight recovered, but Bones was already on him. A left hook to the chest—armor cracked. A right hammerfist to the side of the head—helmet bent inward. The knight swung wildly—Bones ducked, then uppercut its jaw with enough force to lift it off the ground. It crashed down, armor shattering.

The knight tried to stand.

Bones didn't let it.

He grabbed its skull in both hands.

And crushed.

The knight's skull caved in like brittle metal, black ooze seeping through his fingers.

The body collapsed.

Silence.

The once-unstoppable Death knight lay in ruins at Bones' feet.

Arlan stared, his pulse still pounding.

Shade flickered. "Monstrous."

Bones slowly shrunk back to his normal form. He licked his fingers, his grin unwavering.

"More?"

Arlan swallowed.

For the first time since becoming a necromancer…

He wasn't sure if he was controlling Bones.

Or if Bones was just waiting to be unleashed.