I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Instantaneously, a sound shook the air. The rattling of bones, a drum of doom.

It spilled into the air from the chasm. Trailed by crawling skeletons that erupted into the air from the cracked portion of the ground.

A fountain of bones and decayed flesh. Glowing with something dark and ominous. Dark Mana oozed out of its empty orifices and gashing portions as it crashed into the ground with a thundering force.

Loud chatters erupted as onyx bones forged from the fountain of skeletons. Arming themselves with weapons of bones as they lunged themselves to their feet.

An army of dark, armored skeletons taking a stance on the battlefield.

The Basalt floor trembled under the weight as the numbers multiplied like flies.

Jumping and rushing forward with rattling limbs. Jaws tightened to a rugged shut, while bony enamels clashed with the continuous flow of their body.

Mixing in unholy amounts to form a rising tide of storms – made from bone and sound.

With the decree of their Master – the Commander. They charged with a unified purpose.

Sophie stood in the midst of her charging army. A gust of shadow washing over her from the multitude that lunged past her with vigor.

They established a canopy. Inhumane and crafty. Their bones bear shields to protect their lord while heading out to defeat the foe.

Thalia and the others lay beside her. Sheltered away from the stampede that brushed through the basalt like sandpaper.

The crusade of bones had reached a point where a few had stuck their feet into the out stretching lava.

Easily pulling it out without a hint of a scar or burn mark on their darkened bones.

Simply the indulgence in yielding to the command of their lord.

The air rippled as bony wings stretched into the sky, a startling screeching peaking loud into the abyss.

Emerging from the fountain of bones.

A wyvern took to the skies.

Dark. Hard. Bones.

It whipped its rattling wings as another screech escaped its lips. A gust of darkness reeling out of its eye sockets in the process.

Another arose, and then another, and soon, land and air were filled with not just the bones of humans, but the bones of monsters.

Wyvern. Demons – the great jackal, wailing orcs, gusion apes, and many more. Ancient beasts of known origin.

Creatures that catered the night and day.

Powerful enough to wipe out a village in a single night, and a Kingdom in a day.

They coupled together from the fountains of bones. Armed and readied. With a powerful dark Mana ensuing, their skeleton ridges as they charged into the battlefield.

The earth shook, and the air cracked as cries of beast stretched into the horizon.

A trumpet of damnation for all who heard.

Mila happened to be one of those few, but her neutral expression did nothing but reveal her complete control in the situation.

But even that wouldn't stop her thoughts from spiraling in her haphazard mind.

'What the actual fuck?'

She thought to herself when she heard a sudden snarl to her left.

Mila looked up and whipped her katana through the air.

A crescent arc of lava shooting out from her fluid motion, and striking the wyvern of bones.

It split it in half, before exploding the mix into crimson powder.

The air whipped from the explosion.

Concentric waves of wind surging out from the blast and reaching her in powerful tendrils.

With a subtle nudge of her neck, she shifted her attention back to the scene before her.

'She's a necromancer?' Mila wondered. A startled nudge in her chest.

She shifted her gaze from the rain of bones to the girl who cast the skill.

Their gazes met at a point. Fixed. Unrelenting.

Both showcasing their Wills for the battle at hand.

'Hah…' Mila thought to herself. Preparing her katana with a rush of Miasma. 'I thought she was going to be a problem. How nice of her to prove me so.'

With a burst of her wings, she surged down.

Crashing into the ground with a sonic quake.

The basalt floor trembled and cracked. Lava erupting from the splits as the wind blasted the skeletons away.

A pillar of dust arose in the air from her crash, but it was soon settled. Revealing the standing demonic queen.

"you think several bones can stop me?"

Her tone was high-pitched. Sarcastically overstretched as she tilted to the side.

A rattling noise echoed. Quickly followed by the coupling of the pieces of bones scattered from the explosion.

Ulnas and femurs flipped out of the lava and rushed back to its skeletal frame. A puzzle piecing itself to form the bigger picture.

The time it took was exponentially quick. Forging itself back to its feet before scurrying after her once again.

Mila's expression shifted. A slight hesitation in her thought process.

Then she glanced away.

'These things don't die?'

She was familiar with the necromancer concept. Not generally, but sparsely.

They were considered weak.

After all, manipulation of bones and a skeleton's army wasn't considered anything worth noting down.

But perhaps there was something more to it that she had ignored until now.

"If your army won't die, then I'll simply burn it to the ground."

Her gaze grew stern. A glow of crimson sparkling life in the scarlet hue that made up her eyes.

"Transcendent Skill; Demonic Fire Might."

It flared under the weight of her words as a blazing light shook the world.

Sophie reeled in. Shifting her head away from the scene as a blind-stricken explosion took root into the world.

BOOOOM!!!!

Fire and light mixed in horrific proportions, exploding in a mighty surge of power that shook the earth.

Wind and energy blasted in concentric circles. Slamming the skeletons of land away, and blasting them into unequal proportions.

A gaping hole forged from the blast as a mushroom cloud of scarlet dust rose to the air.

It twirled. Spun. Miasma rushing in the mix in traces of lightning.

Sparkling with unfathomable power.

Above and around, the skeleton beasts of the air flapped their wings.

One slowly trailing down the rest, it's onyx gaze flaring with life.

Above it, Sophie stood. Beside her, were the unconscious body of the females she protected.

And ahead of her, was the flying Demonic queen.

Mila's face twitched slightly. Her mask forming a crack that tethered too closely to a breaking point.

She flapped her wings and swung her katana across the air.

Lunging forward with a sonic boom.

Sophie twirled her sickle with her enchanted chain. It's purple marks glowing with the kinetic motion of her design.

Two doors appeared besides her, opening with a click as two figures emerged from the dark canvas. Then it closed and disappeared.

Tall. Armored. Bones of gold and darkness, enriched with the flow of dark Mana.

Their eye sockets flared to life with an ominous hue as they landed on the enlarged structure of the Wyvern's spine.

"What is your wish, My Liege."

The one at her right announced with a trembling voice. Low and dark. An ancient growl, bestial, than humanly. He was as large as his presence.

He held a spear. Long. Dark. Metal.

A carbon copy of the bones that made his being.

The other by her left.

A much simpler structure.

Thinner bones. Lanky, yet with an alluring shape.

Enriched by a continuous flow of dark mana that eluded her as she floated over the wyvern.

Three orbs of darkness hovered around her. Floating with precise control.

"Let us, your Champions, fulfill your wish, My Liege." And a famine voice to boot.

It held a tender nature to it. Yet, the primal power that lingered at the end of each word she altered spoke anything but.

"You see that thing." Sophie asked.

The duo turned their skeletal frames to the incoming bolt of molten lava and Miasma.

Their sockets flared in unison from the sight.

"Your wish is our command."

The doors reopened as they stepped past her, giving way for the duo who walked through. Then closed once more before disappearing.

At that moment, Mila crashed into the Wyvern with a defeaning boom.

A sonic explosion trailed by the eruption of flames and lava.

Igniting in the skies like fireworks.

She flew past its debris, slowing down as she turned back to bask at the moment.

But a blur shifted past her peripheral at that moment. A subtle motion that caught her attention.

She snapped her head upwards, unable to react as Sophie crashed onto her back, swinging her chain over to her neck before pulling it taut.

Mila was forced to a stop with a chocked groan escaping her lips.

She grasped unto the chain with her free arm as she flapped into the air with a sudden outburst of strength and speed.

Lunging into the skies like a rocket.

"GET OFF, YOU WORM!" She growled through gritted teeth, struggling to regain strength with the Lilac haired.

But Sophie wasn't going to let that happen.

Not when her prey had finally been caught in the net. Well, to be more precise, her chain.

She grabbed it with her entire being. A slight groan escaping her lips as she pressed her legs tightly around Mila's waist.

Struggling with both the resistance of her prey and the wind.

The wind blasted past her face, tugging her hair back while she struggled to keep her eyes open.

She exerted enough force with both hands to keep Mila in check, but she could tell it was waning – and quickly too.

Her thoughts reeled in with a loud cry.

'Maxillan, damn it! Are you going to keep your master waiting?!'

Immediately, three chains stretched out and grabbed both of Mila's legs and arm.

Wrapping tightly around it and forcing her to a sudden halt.

She cried out in protest. A silent gasp from the tightness of the chains as they plugged to her scaly skin. Rattling under the pressure of the power it exuded.

She gasped. Haggard. Uneven. Shaky, with saliva dripping down her lips as her head turned to the side.

Her crimson pools flared as she caught sight of a door in mid– air.

Far too bizarre. Too sudden to be comprehended. And what was more.

An armored skeleton leaned out of it.

All three chains grasped firmly in its arms.

Its sockets pulsed with life as it glanced at Sophie.

"I apologize, My Liege." Then turning to Mila, it said, its voice growing deeper.

"Preparations are now complete."