Fight through the undead.

"The Witch must live in that cottage!" you shout.

Lynx uses the leverage of her blade stuck in the skeleton to tear the skull right off. She then stomps her foot down, crushing it beneath her. She draws a second dagger, and uses them both to jab into the ribcage, and shatter the torso open. "I'm on it!" Then, she bolts off.

You look towards the center of the grove. She makes her way through several skeletons, but that's not all of them. You can make out at least a couple dozen more starting to rise up and approach the group. Some wear scraps of clothing, others have remnants of hair. They all use the same crude sabres, and they're encroaching on your position quickly. There isn't much time to think.

A few of them pounce at you. You swiftly dodge to the side, and slide your hand across the flat of your sword. "Flare Blade," you say as smoke begins to slide up from the heat growing in your hand. The sword bursts into an inferno of flames, and with it, you destroy one of the skeletons in two quick swings. After leaving it behind in a pile of ashes, you dispense of a second, and then a third. The way you move is like a dance--dodging around the flashes of steel, and carving up your foes with relative ease. The skeletons can't strategize. All they know is ****.

"Celestial B-Blast!" Amara vaporizes a few more with another large spell, though you can tell it's becoming hard for her. Both of her last spells definitely used a lot of mana. You can see that she's struggling to stay on her feet. The flood of arousal is humiliating, and there's nothing she can do. The more she fights, the hornier she becomes, and she's getting closer to the edge. Despite that, she runs towards you with determination, and grabs your arm. "Take this, please... Bless!"

You feel a sudden boost of strange overcome you. She squeezes harder, barely able to hold back her orgasm. Though because of her spell, you feel amazing--quicker, stronger, overall more powerful.

One skeleton lunges at Amara. You throw yourself forwards, and knock its ass on the ground, though not without the blade grazing your arm. It tears the fabric of your shirt, but it barely pierces the skin. The resilience granted to you from the Bless spell was enough to keep you safe. You look to Amara with a smile, and take her cheek in your hand.

"Thank you, Amara," you say.

She looks to you--completely flushed. Being complimented so sincerely right now is a strange sensation. Awkwardly, she pushes down the front of her dress, and whimpers out, "N-No problem..."

In a blaze of glory, you take out yet another skeleton, but then the fire begins to fade. The heat of your weapon disappears, though it still glows pink. It doesn't contain cool fiery power, but at least you know Amara is close behind you.

You turn to see a beacon of light. Its appearance is breathtaking. Yaera has her staff held up into the air, and the tip is as bright as the sun. Skeletons are starting to surround her, and there's no time to spring over and help. However, she doesn't need it. With enough energy charged, at last she shouts out, "Divine Consecration!" and slams the blunt end of her focus down against the ground. An explosion of gold and silver explodes outwards into a perfect circle a distance away from her. Every skeleton in her area disintegrates immediately. Even the plants around her seem to become once again freed from the corruption, and sparkle with life.

The air grows quiet. With most of the skeletons already defeated, it feels like victory is already at hand. Lynx has made it into the cottage, and Yaera and Amara are unbeatable when the opponent is undead.

But then you notice a silhouette looming in the dark, barely visible from the glow of nearby bio-luminescent trees. It stands near Yaera--close enough to have been hit by that blast. However, it stands still with a shield up and a heavy sword in its hand. The creature is nothing but black metal armour from what you can see, and it stands at about seven feet tall.

It bull-rushes. With a slam of its shield, Amara's mom topples to the ground.

"Mother!" Amara screams, and runs off in that direction.

You hurry behind her. "Wait up!"

The armoured beast lifts Yaera up by her head and squeezes her skull. Then, he throws her hard against a nearby tree, and she falls limp.

Your attention turns to the cottage door opening. Lynx reemerges, but this time, she's being grappled by three skeletons, and as much as she tries to struggle, she's being taken away. Behind her, another figure steps outside. An elf.

Her hair is black and is flat against her head down to her shoulders. Two big white ribbons are tied in her hair above her pointed ears. Her dress is a frilly, black and white gothic lolita style outfit. Her lips are painted black, and her nails are as well. She holds up a staff made from a bone with a tiny bird skull at the tip, and glances around at the chaos occurring outside her home.

"I am ever so displeased with this disturbance!" she shouts. "The Witch of Decay was not expecting visitors, and she does not like surprises."

"Did you open that portal outside?" Lynx asks. "Tell me!"

"Of course I did. I see. Were you all wrongly pulled through? Well then simply go back."

"Not until we put an end to whatever weird shit you're doing here," you say.

She furls her brow. "I am ever so offended. You face the Witch of Decay. Did you not hear before? The army of the damned is eternal. No matter how many you slay, more can be raised. Though the pirate's crew that sunk not far from here was a wonderful source of servants. Their convenience will be missed."

"Pirates?" Lynx grins. "I'm going to be king of the pirates!" Suddenly, she leaps off the ground, and spins enough to throw the skeletons down to the ground. She rolls from their grip, and hurls two daggers into one of their skulls, obliterating it to pieces.

What a weeb.

"Leave that big armoured guy to me!" she adds. "It doesn't look like your holy tricks are gonna do much to him, but you know me, Kyle. I'm going to blow that thing to bits. Take care of the Bitch of Decay for me."

The Witch clenches her teeth. "I am ever so pissed that you would say such a thing right in front of me. Ice Spear!" With a swirl and thrust of her wand, a razor-shop icicle materializes and fires out in the direction of the spymaster.

However, she's quick on her feet. It explodes into shards of ice, but she's already gone. She bolts across the field and shouts, "I'll make sure your mom is safe, Amara! Go kick her ass!"

Amara looks to you. She takes a deep breath and nods.