The slayed clients melted into rot, crawling into one mass, forming into some sort of pillar slightly taller than a person, then Loimos detonated it, bone spikes emerged from within, slightly poking out just before the entire thing erupted, propelling the spikes into every direction, but not a single one of them going into the undead's direction.
Some guards managed to weave through the blast and its dangerous shrapnel, one stabbing his spear at Loimos, all of the greater forces had been taken by Abbanh, both of the elites having been convinced that nothing wrong could happen with the elder stationed here, they had been wrong, leaving only the grunts that were normally never allowed to set foot into the manor.
Mere minions that lacked in the understanding of even their simple arts, with bodies left untempered, the thrust was evaded and stopped, the skeleton pulling the guard toward him with a jerk of his hand, slashing right across his face and pushing the living back into the rot and blood forming from the victims of the blast.
Guests ran around like headless chickens, the sheer terror and confusion could be tasted in the air, the inexperienced guards already struggled with the basics, but with non-combatants screaming and stumbling in their ways, they stood no chance of fighting properly or managing to gather as a group to fight together.
Their enemy cleaved through both the clients and themselves, his sword swung with higher power, the edge unbothered by the obstacles, Loimos's new understanding of his death force enabled greater reinforcement of both his body and his armaments, the death force permeating his being was forced outside his body, coating him in a protective layer, but also allowing him to utilise that layer to attack, the guards that attempted to clash blades with him saw their poor weapons erode and rust visibly.
The sharpness impacted first, for now, it could only reliably affect inanimate objects, his control still too faulty to allow him to eat away at the living, but it was enough for now, his undead body, enhanced further allowed him to easily overpower the majority of the fighters, breaking down their guard and rendering them unable to fight with a single attack, the growing rot finishing the job.
Of course, not all of them were weak, they all had the same defects in the sense that they barely knew how to properly utilise their arts and didn't train much, but some of them were of species blessed with greater physical bodies, they had the possibility of dealing actual damage.
At least, it would have been so under normal circumstances, Loimos did not hesitate to grab still living bystanders, throwing them at the guards, who despite being lesser than the rest, were no less aware of Lady Syklon, hurting clients without proper reason was forbidden and during the short instant as they saw one of them fly their way, they had to decide whether or not this was a good reason.
Hesitation meant death.
The growing amount of corpses allowed Loimos to rapidly form a swampy environment only for the living, dragging some of them to the ground and drowning them, restraining the movements of others.
Loimos was able to carve his way through the crowd, many guards still remained, and they were intent on dealing with him even then, certain that numbers would eventually be enough to overwhelm him.
Quickly enough, Loimos turned back, he had left the corpses of the guards intact, executing the necromantic art, he raised them as undeads to occupy the people here as he headed for the basement.
Coming down the stairs, he heard one of the guards that had managed to chase after him shout something.
"Release the champion!"
Once he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he was able to see exactly what this meant, four burly guards pulling on chains with all of their might, three of them quickly ran off once Loimos came into sight, but not from him.
Two other guards hastily threw a large stone club, the last remaining living pointing his finger at the undead.
It's time to fight!" he spoke an order aloud, a crest on the chest of a blue-skinned creature lighting up as he received the order, the monster was tall, towering well over Loimos and every single guard, even if one were to count the late Guorzo, the beast was a stalwart figure, broad-shouldered and wearing an expression of uncareness, his gaze retaining a glint not when he was given an order, nor when he lazily flicked his hand at the remaining guard, splattering him into chunks of flesh, the monster champion of the fights taking place in the basement was free was covered in scars that had healed nearly perfectly, only leaving a mark as testament of their past existence.
Alberg, or so he was referred to, returned to attention only when his gaze landed on Loimos, his mouth opening slightly as he grinned devilishly, showing off his teeth, the remains of past challengers still stuck in between them.
The nearby guards scoffed at the fool that had been killed, the crest Alberg was marked with only allowed for two orders to be given, fight and rest, when resting, he couldn't harm anything or anyone, but once the order to fight was given, he was allowed free reign, which was why the order to fight was normally only given when he and his competitor were safely locked in the arena.
The grinning oni snapped off the chains binding him like twigs, taking hold of his signature stone club, roaring at his new opponent, the sheer force contained in his lung pushing the undead back and almost taking him off his feet, flinging the hat on his head away.
Thankfully, this roar wasn't like that of the snow beast from back then, it was simply a demonstration of Alberg's incredible physiology, nothing in the arena had bested him for years, none had even been able to leave lasting injuries on his body.
Today however, he was sensing a worthy foe.
"Why isn't Alberg rushing in like usual? Don't tell me he is wary of this guy? Just our rotten luck, it really just had to happen when our lady and the elites are all away!" the guard shut up as the oni glanced his way, not appreciating the chatter as he was sizing up the skeleton.
Loimos ran his palm along the side of his blade, coating it with black blood, reinforcing both his weapon and creation with the maximum death force possible.
The only way forward was through this ogre.