Scene 7 "The march of undeath".

-And then what happened master? You are the one who caused all this destruction, everyone here believes it was a punishment from the system for attacking the heroin, a kind of divine protection, but the truth, the sad truth is that all this was caused by you, the thousands of innocent deaths, the almost total destruction of the country, the reason why the few of us who are left live in these conditions, all because you wanted to protect that woman, I must ask you, do you believe, was it worth it?

-The truth is that I would have ended the lives of all Insectopia without even blinking my eyes just to have ROSA one more day, but it's not like I could do it, I mean blink, I don't have eyelids, much less eyelashes, but to exchange the lives of innocents for her, I could have continued doing it until I ended every sad soul of this vast flat earth in which we live.

However, things are not as easy as exchanging a few tens of millions of lives for another, in real life you must understand that even the most powerful Demon Lord has limits, unfortunately I am not a giver of life, nor a healer, none of my knowledge was aimed at saving it, life can only come from life itself, and I was already undead by then, although I knew the transmigration ability I preferred to gift it to someone else years ago, I could not use it.

I ended my powers by executing this massive technique without proper preparation, destroying a country from the other side of the planet is the same as writing your own name on the tombstone for your grave, but I did not die, because what is dead cannot die.....

-Master, are you sure you can say that I mean legally?

-I mean, I paid a great price, an undead cannot die, but I was still on the edge, unable to move with my brain functions at a minimum, the gargoyles and defensive systems of my castle were out of operation, it was a matter of time before the attempts of heroes managed to enter, only my reputation kept them away.

As the days went by, little by little, my thoughts made sense again, I went from thinking in monosyllables, to words, then to sentences, finally I remembered my name, or I invented another one, it didn't matter and after several days I remembered that this was my castle, finally I managed to crawl, I came across my books, I managed to read again, I found my log, it took me several weeks, maybe too many, to remember it, all the time it was in my mind, like a taste, like a smell that is there, but you can't identify it, until I read my records it came back to my mind. ROSA

ROSA, the last page was not written, she did not know at that point what had happened, the last thing that was recorded about her was that she was heading to the Island of the Swords.

So naturally, as soon as I managed to stand up and relearn how to walk, I took my robe dusted with nuclear dough and set out on my own journey, leaving everything I knew behind, abandoning my title, my castle, my grimoires, my non-life.

I was to traverse the whole world, without powers, and barely with the knowledge of a newly undead, I took my first step out of the castle through the great gate leaving all that I had accomplished behind and thus beginning the march of undeath.

The steps would not be enough to arrive on time, to cross the whole world without stopping is a feat that takes about 200 lunar cycles, fortunately I do not need to sleep, eat, rest, unfortunately the clock of life only takes 50 moons to shape a new soul in the case of a mantis, I who had all the time in the world, now I was left without it, because every second that passed, was an agony for her.

She was only an instant in my immortal life, no more lasting than a sigh, ephemeral as the life of a bubble that dances across the sky just before

I was still worth having sacrificed all my power and more importantly all my knowledge that was more valuable than any treasure in my immense castle, now I was just a pile of bones unable t o remember that vast amount of information that I once mastered, I may no longer know the formula to turn sand into diamonds, or remember the symbols needed in the magic circles to summon an elemental spirit, but now for the first time in millennia, I had a goal, a mission, a meaning and a purpose of existence, that simply filled me.

Unfortunately, without Rosa and without my powers, the demons I had brought summoned from some strange place, would be free to sow chaos without a plan or objective, the balance had been lost, all of Insectopia was in imminent danger, but I didn't care about that, I had my own misfortune to take care of.

According to my records in my log, many years ago when I barely knew her, I gave her a precious jadeite jewel, using a general skeleton warrior as a case, it was loaded with a powerful spell created by me that cursed whoever wore it, not to be able to die until in the arms of the person most important to the wearer.

That was my mission, to cross the world, without my powers, to free her from the agony she was in only to see her leave, just at the moment I could hold her against my body, for the first and irremediably last time.