Two lords - A Zombie Lord and a Demon Lord. The necrotic undead hovers over the battlefield on sinewy wings and exposed bone. The demon floats through the air as if gravity has no effect on him, hurtling toward his enemy.
As Osmond accelerates, the cracks over his skin grow alight with crackling purple energy - his magical lightning coursing through every vein in his body.
'Now's as good a time as any to test out the full scope of my demon powers,' Osmond thinks to himself. He wouldn't allow himself to go all-out - he still fears passing a point of no return. But he would learn his limits. Push himself further than he ever has. It's the only way to get stronger.
The Zombie Lord notices him before the two collide. He summons forth a wave of necrotic energy - bubbling, dark green with rippling blackness seeping through - corruption that putrifies magic itself.
