Maxwell had been focused on his holy work, putting the three holy artifacts he had gotten from the monster pantheon into one holy monster. This was surely the greatest form of faith he could show to the one who had save him Phabium and the monster gods he ruled over. Though this was great holy work, it was rather difficult work, as it would turn out each of the holy artifacts he had gotten belonged to a different court of monster gods.
This meant he was having a bit of a hard time getting the artifacts to fit into one single being. This conflict between the artifacts had consumed his attention utterly as he tried to get the different artifacts to fit together while also forming them into a new monstrous form to be a part of. Which wasn't an easy task either, as each of the artifacts belonged to a specific god as well as a court. This meant that each artifact had a form that they preferred that the others did not.
So Maxwell had found himself in the rather strange position of having to convince holy artifacts to get along that didn't actually think in a traditional sense. Which honestly Maxwell hadn't expected to be doing, but he had proven himself to be adaptable, so he was making progress on this surprisingly difficult task. Though all of a sudden, Maxwell found himself interrupted from his work just as he was making headway on the holy artifacts, agreeing on a single form for their new monstrous body.
He saw the status update of his grass elementals gaining two new lords. Which were the red razor armory and the hidden blue tear? This sudden raising of lords from his undead grass elementals was a shock, and I wondered what was happening. Maxwell turned some of his necrotic senses from his holy work towards his realm to see what exactly was going on, and what he saw was shocking. As he beheld his commanders with their armies all slain to the last.
Maxwell also took in the walls that both separated and defended his different provinces. It didn't take much effort to find the giant gaping holes to be found in the walls along with their defeated defenders laid slain around the new breaches in the defenses. For a moment Maxwell gazed at his broken and destroyed forces using his necrotic senses; then he turned and saw the battle going on in front of his personal walls.
His new lords of the undead elemental grass were keeping a powerful swordsman from the grass pixies from getting any closer to him. "Not all is lost for the living are gone, but the undead can be rebuilt." Maxwell said to himself as the dome of necrotic smog that covered his undead kingdom came down, filling his commanders and their armies, then slowly pulling them back together again.
So it was that Maxwell commanders came back together. One by one, Bunet, Horter, and the miserable rage Catapult were put back together along with their armies and superweapons. "Good, my armies will stand strong once again, though not in time." Maxwell said, taking notice of the fact that by the time his three commanders and the armies were fully restored and then made their way over to the battle happening right outside his personal walls, it would already be over.
Maxwell looked back at the battle and took stock of how it was going. It was a draw at the moment, as Red Razor Armory and Hidden Blue Tear were keeping the powerful grass pixie at bay. The swordman was demonstrating amazing skills with a blade that gave off powerful pixie magic. Maxwell was afraid to admit that the pixie may in fact be a hero. So seeing the danger, Maxwell wanted to send reinforcements immediately to tip the battle in the favor of his new lords of the undead grass elementals.
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Sadly, he did not have the forces at the moment to send as reinforcements. As his commanders wouldn't get here in time, which meant they were out. He would usually call upon the smog root fist to aid him, as they were always willing and eager to do so, but they couldn't due to the fact that they had become so large and interconnected with the underground network that it now took time for them to reposition in order to respond to threats above ground, which meant they were out as reinforcements as well.
He would try to send for a wormer and his new clan members to come to his aid, but they also took time he didn't have. As they created worm siege beasts for battle, it would take time for them to create worm siege beasts powerful enough to help sway the battle in his favor, and by that point it would be too late. Which meant they were out as well; he could try to send out the most recent addition to his realm.
As the Anes were a race who perhaps could win him the battle being born as a race of marksman that could win him the entire battle with a single placed shot. The problem, though, as he continued to watch the battle go on between his undead grass lords and the hero of the grass pixies, was that the battle was happening too fast. As Lord Red Razor Armory constantly charged at the hero swordsman, and the other lord, Hidden Blue Tear, was constantly hidden as it launched sneak attack after sneak attack.
So the Anes could believe they had a clear line to fire only to end up hitting hidden blue tear by mistake. Which meant that the time for the Anes to display their marksmanship was not now. So Maxwell looked around desperately for a moment, trying to find anyone that could turn this battle in his forces favor, sparing him and his kingdom. Which was the only thing that had proved him worthy of being saved from the abyss by Phabium.
In his desperate search, he found what he sought: laying in pieces nearby were the elites he had just created as a kind of practice for the holy ritual he had just been working on. Using his power over, the necrotic smog once again, he began putting them back together again. Which meant the timer had truly started for the hero of the grass pixies, as he had to beat the lords before the elites were brought back to join the battle once more.
Greero sensing the necromantic energy in the air and noticing the elites he had slain felt like days ago at this point but was only half an hour at most. Greero figured out quickly while continuing to trade blows with the two ferocious opponents in front of him that his previous dance partners were going to join in. "What hero doesn't like a ticking clock?" Greero said with a mad smile as he felt this tale reach even greater heights. Though whether the elites would be needed or even be on time was unknown, it was soon to be determined.
