Bone Alchemist: Necromancer of The Aberrations-Chapter 79: Prish in Trouble

Inside the Osseoth Cathedral—

Prish found himself in a strange world.

He was surrounded by trees, rocks, rivers.

Everything in this place looked normal.

Soft light, gentle breeze. The classic landscape that makes you lower your guard. A perfectly ordinary and enchanting natural setting.

Prish decided to explore the area a bit by observing it from above.

Flying into the sky and looking around, he was able to observe and sense the entire world.

"So, this is the boy’s domain? Incredible, it’s truly gigantic. Even I can not see the end of it... it could easily compare to my Dark World."

The clouds were still, suspended in the air as if they had been drawn. There did not seem to be any logic behind it.

Well, in this world, nothing followed logic.

Even gravity felt like a polite suggestion.

The more he looked around, the more surprised he was by the variety of creatures and diversity present in the world.

"Everything seems so real... but what is this unsettling feeling?"

Despite the world appearing peaceful, Prish felt something sinister in the air.

The trees, the rivers, the birds, the creatures wandering around.

They appeared strange...

They all seemed made in the same way.

As though born from a single mold, sculpted by the same hand.

So, he decided to get closer to a tree.

"Mh... this is not wood..."

After touching it, he decided to break one to better understand what he was dealing with.

After all, he could not risk facing the human being without knowledge of his domain and power.

And the boy seemed kind enough to give him all the time he needed.

But that would be his mistake. Prish had already called for reinforcements. There was no honor or dignity to speak of in the face of death.

The moment he had survived the energy beam, he had sent a distress signal.

A bigger fish would arrive soon, he just had to stay alive until then.

Easier said than done.

Especially when the very world you’re standing on wants you dead.

Thinking of this, Prish punched the tree.

He did not use too much strength—after all, it was just a simple tree.

"What the heck?!"

Prish’s exclamation of surprise was genuine. He never expected the tree not to break.

It was only dented.

Sure, he had not used all his power, but that said a lot.

Moreover, he had seen something peculiar.

He threw another punch, this time more carefully. He wanted to clearly perceive what would happen.

Using a little less force and speed than before, Prish landed another punch.

This time he saw it clearly.

The material the tree was made of was alive. It adapted. It reacted even before contact.

It moved and increased its resistance and mass depending on where it was about to be hit.

The tree could sense the arrival of Prish’s blow.

It had instincts. A will to preserve itself.

"Incredible, what the hell is this?!"

Using all his power, Prish fired a blast of dark energy to destroy the area around him.

He wanted to understand better.

And, as expected, everything was destroyed.

Earth, trees, rocks. Debris and dust flew everywhere, settling far away. The air became heavy for a moment. Even the sky seemed to tremble.

A breathless silence followed the blast, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

But just a few moments later, the ground seemed to regenerate automatically.

Looking closely, Prish finally saw something strange.

"This is not just earth... these are... bones?"

He kept firing blasts of dark energy around the world, and what he saw was the same everywhere.

Every area hit regenerated automatically, with incredible speed.

And every part that was formed was entirely made of this bone-like substance. But not normal bone.

It was unnaturally shiny, it almost seemed to glow. No, looking at it closely, this material seemed capable of reflecting the surrounding environment.

Trees, rocks, various creatures wandering around... even the water, rivers, and waterfalls were made of bone.

"So this is your power. Through bones, you can give life to everything?"

Prish asked aloud. His tone was one of astonishment. He did not think something like that was possible.

"They are not bones."

Suddenly, a deep and incredibly powerful voice rang in the devil’s ears.

"It’s Osseoth!"

With that said, a massive chasm opened in the central point of the world, swallowing the surrounding landscape.

Prish immediately turned his head toward the place where something was emerging.

And finally, he saw it.

A majestic, epic, glorious structure. Larger than he had ever imagined.

Its vibrant colors, its imposing walls.

Everything screamed supremacy.

But most of all, above the enormous main gate of the structure, a huge and glorious inscription vibrated with otherworldly power.

’OSSEOTH CATHEDRAL’

Just reading those words made the devil lose focus, causing him to lose his balance for a moment. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.

Then, the building’s doors flung open, inviting Prish to enter.

He gulped before cautiously approaching.

He was afraid.

He knew this would not end well.

But he had to fight and survive as long as possible.

He would do whatever it took for that.

Approaching the Cathedral, the devil stopped before its open doors.

Like the EX Rank devils faced earlier, even Prish could see nothing from the outside, only darkness.

A dense darkness. Alive. As if it were looking back at him.

It reminded him of a saying from his Ebonveil clan.

’If you look long into an abyss, even the abyss will want to look into you.’

Which was strange, but he did not dwell on it.

And so, with steady and determined steps, he entered.

The moment he took a few steps inside, light replaced the darkness. The sound of his footsteps echoed everywhere, as if the place amplified every noise.

A cathedral not just of bone—but of judgment.

"Welcome, devil. In this domain, I am the Sovereign. Are you ready to die?"

Jeremy’s voice was calm, as if he were a king about to watch a show.

He was sitting on his throne, with a regal air. Legs crossed, one hand supporting his chin.

Next to him, SuperCannon watched the devil with sharp, rainbow-colored eyes.

Prish silently stared at the boy on the throne.

His aura was very different from before.

His intention was to face the human being, but a small creature stood between them.

It was Drae’mon.

He stood before the throne, ready for battle.

He would be the protagonist of this clash.

For now.

However, the devil did not make a move. His goal was to buy as much time as possible.

But the skeleton did not care about his thoughts.

It darted forward with incredible speed, aiming to strike the devil’s legs with its claws.

An honest move, but it did not end as expected.

The devil, despite his damaged state, was faster.

His reflexes, trained through countless life-and-death battles and enhanced by his Stellar Rank status, allowed him to immediately adapt to the rhythm of the fight.

He did not want to win too quickly against the small skeleton.

Well, calling it a skeleton was reductive now, though despite the various features that made it look particularly alive—almost like a real beast— its being was still composed of bones.

Technically, Osseoth.

Drae’mon, despite continuing to strike using all his moves, could not land a real hit on the devil.

Observing all this, Jeremy became thoughtful.

Certainly, Drae’mon was not using all his power. He had a Skill at his disposal that would allow him countless combat options.

However, seeing him fight without being able to land a single hit made him sad.

"Is the gap against a Stellar Rank really that wide?"

His thoughts were valid. After all, he knew the presence of the Stellar Skill.

But as if sensing his master’s thoughts, SuperCannon gave a snort.

"Well, you’re right. You could kill one in a single blow, what am I even complaining about..." he whispered to himself. He did not want to scare the devil too much.

The battle between Drae’mon and Prish was intense, but the devil did not seem to want to rush things.

His attacks were, at best, mediocre.

It did not take a genius to understand why.

"He’s stalling... does he want to wait until he recovers his optimal condition?"

A thought formed in Jeremy’s mind, but it was discarded just as quickly.

"Impossible. Judging by what I see, his body is not regenerating at all. In fact, every second lost in combat tires him more and more."

With this new realization, Jeremy could not help but think about how powerful SuperCannon’s new element, the Arkhéon, was.

Meanwhile, Drae’mon continued attacking without issue.

He was preparing for something new.

He not only wanted to catch his opponent off guard, but also his master.

What he was about to do, after all, he had not shown before.

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Only a few minutes passed, but the devil was aware of the situation his body was under. He could not wait any longer.

He had to destroy the skeleton in front of him as soon as possible, or else he’d only lose his stamina, and death would only be more embarrassing.

"That previous blow was truly terrifying. I can not regenerate any kind of energy anymore..." the devil thought, looking toward the two-headed wolf as he dodged yet another combo from Drae’mon.

"Well, do or die..."

And with that in mind, the devil prepared to make his move.