"This is all your fault!"
The monster, a grotesque fusion of a Feathered Serpent and an Eight-Legged Giant Wolf, circled in the air. Ince Zangwill's features were still faintly recognizable on its distorted face. Utterly crazed, he roared at Luther, "Damn the Church, damn the Goddess, damn the Quill... Every one of you abandoned me. I'll kill you all, kill you!"
Luther spoke coldly, staring straight at the hideous monster.
This was a distorted, amalgamated, incomplete Mythical Creature form. Any ordinary person or Beyonder below the level of a Demigod who saw it would be affected, descending into loss of control and madness. But to Luther, who was long accustomed to all manner of evil gods, this corruption was nothing.
"Death, death!"
Ince Zangwill let out a shriek that echoed throughout the city.
At once, all kinds of undead creatures crawled out of the collapsed, crumbling buildings. Some were rotting and foul-smelling, some had weathered down to bare bones, and others were translucent spirits. From giants to elves, from vampires to zombies, every kind was present.
Perhaps these were the original inhabitants who lived in Calderón all those years ago...
Luther thought to himself.
Whoosh...
Shadows surged beneath his feet, and a massive black, single-masted sailing ship slowly rose from them. Countless twisted devils formed its hull, each alive, its face contorted in pain and brimming with malice. The Blatherer, the Death Announcer!
"Hahaha, ahahaha!"
The devils opened their mouths in unison and let out twisted, maniacal laughter. Their voices mingled into terrifying blather that stirred the heart. The undead pouring out were caught by the sound, collapsing as the curse took hold before they could even reach Luther.
Luther stood at the bow, looking straight at Ince Zangwill in midair.
"Is that all you've got, even when you give