The giant fish shot through layer upon layer of mist, its sonic booms vanishing without a trace. In the end, it still appeared before Mel.
"Again!" Mel teleported away once more, randomly widening the distance this time as well. He had not established any coordinates of his own in the Underworld.
However, there was something slightly off about where he landed this time. Beneath his feet lay bones piled atop one another like a small mountain, while a skeleton sat like a monarch upon a throne made of corpses.
Looking at the white bones before him, Mel felt that they somewhat resembled his own Summoned Creatures. The necromancer's Summoning Magic and a summoner's Headless Knight Summon both suited this environment perfectly.
Mel had never been able to figure out whether those Summoned Creatures were created from mana out of thin air or called forth from some place inaccessible to humans.
No matter how thoroughly they were destroyed or damaged, those skeletons would be restored the next time they were summoned.
Before he could wait for Leviathan to find him again, blue flames suddenly flared up in the skeleton's eye sockets. Flames of that color were usually Netherflame—the fire belonging to the dead.
"It looks a little like burning white phosphorus. The temperature and everything else are very similar." Mel studied it carefully as the giant fish behind him broke through the Underworld's mist and arrived at his side again.
Almost there. Just one more time would make ten. If this really counted as summoning, it should activate that skill.
He had possessed the skill since making the contract, but it had been grayed out and unusable.
Mel wanted to see whether his current boss-level mana pool could summon it in advance, or whether there truly was a level restriction.
"Leviathan,