Rise Online: Return of the Legendary Player

Chapter 942: Yan, The Necromancer (Part 1)

"Of course I am," Yan replied, his silver eyes focused on Kaizen with a disturbing intensity. "And that is exactly why I will not join you."

Kaizen remained silent for a moment, absorbing Yan’s words. He felt the weight of this refusal, not only in his words, but in the way Yan positioned himself, in the almost disturbing calm that emanated from him. Alaric, for his part, remained attentive, but couldn’t help the slight tension that formed in his shoulders. Yan’s rejection was predictable, but still unsettling.

The mist around them seemed to thicken, as if reacting to Yan’s denial, almost becoming an entity of its own, lurking like a hungry creature on the prowl for its prey. Kaizen felt a slight pressure in his ears, as if the swamp was whispering, trying to invade his thoughts.

"Why not?" Kaizen asked, his voice firm but not hostile. He knew he had to understand Yan’s motives, and to do that, he had to keep the dialogue open. "You know what’s at stake here. It’s not just about us, it’s not just about you."

Yan tilted his head slightly, his smile turning into something darker. "That’s just it, Kaizen. I know what’s at stake, maybe even better than you. And that’s why I can’t ally myself with you."

Alaric stepped forward, his presence like a burning flame against Yan’s coldness. "Do you think you’re above all of this? That you can stand on the sidelines while the world crumbles around you?"

Yan’s expression remained unchanged, his silver eyes fixed on Alaric. "I’m not on the sidelines, Alaric. I’m right where I need to be. You still don’t get it, do you? I’m not a pawn in this game. I’m the ground on which the pieces move."

Kaizen exchanged a glance with Alaric, and for a brief moment, they both shared the same thought: Yan was not simply refusing to ally; he was playing a different game, one they did not yet fully understand. But Kaizen knew that pushing him too hard could be dangerous, especially on terrain as unstable as this swamp.

"Yan," Kaizen began, his voice deeper, almost as if he was trying to reach a deeper part of Yan that could still be saved. "We don’t have to be enemies. Whatever is going on here, we can solve it together."

Yan took a step back, his boots barely making a sound on the wet swamp floor. "You’re wrong, Kaizen. You are already my enemies, whether you admit it or not."

Kaizen’s heart raced, but he remained calm. He felt his surroundings pulsate, as if he were alive and moving to the rhythm of Yan’s words. "We don’t want to. We don’t want to fight you."

"But fighting is all you know, isn’t it?" Yan replied, and for the first time his voice showed a slight bitterness. "You ’heroes’ always think you have the answer, that you can save everyone. But you can’t see that there’s more to saving this game."

Kaizen frowned, thinking about what Yan had said. There was something else behind his words, something Kaizen still couldn’t fully grasp. He moved a little closer, cautiously, trying to keep the situation under control. "And what is your path, Yan? Which way do you see?"

Yan looked at him with an almost inhuman calm, his silver eyes shining with a cold intensity. "You think you can win this war with brute force and numbers, with Asgardians. But I... I have found another way. Something that doesn’t depend on life, but on death."

Yan’s words echoed through the air, and Kaizen felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew what it meant and he didn’t like the idea. Yan was talking about necromancy, about summoning the dead to fight for him. It was a dangerous magic, one that carried a dark weight and a risk that few were willing to take.

"You speak of necromancy," Kaizen said, his voice now full of caution. "Do you really think you can control it, Yan? Death is not a tool. It’s not something you can use with impunity."

Yan laughed, a low, dry sound that seemed to echo through the surrounding trees. "That’s where you’re wrong, Kaizen. Death is the mightiest tool of all. It does not tire, it does not break, it does not fear. And I’ve learned to use it like no one else."

Alaric clenched his fists, his eyes glowing with a restrained fire. "You are toying with something that could destroy you, Yan. Death is not something you bargain with."

"You really think you have all the answers, don’t you?" Yan replied, his voice sounding almost like a sigh. "But you are blinded by your own pride, unable to see beyond your own limitations. Death is not the enemy. It is an ally, one I have learned to respect and master."

Kaizen felt the weight of Yan’s words and realized that any attempt at persuasion would be futile at this point. Yan was determined, convinced that his vision was the right one. And that meant a confrontation was inevitable.

"If that’s how you see it, Yan, then we have no choice," Kaizen said, his voice filled with cold determination. "But you should know that we didn’t want it to come to this."

Yan watched them both, and for a moment, Kaizen could almost see a glimmer of sadness in the silver eyes of the Evolved. "I didn’t want it to be like this either," Yan replied, his voice low. "But the decisions have been made, and now all that remains is to see who is stronger."

The swamp around them began to stir, as if it had taken on a life of its own. The fog thickened even more, forming swirls around Yan, who spread his hands out to his sides.

They looked at each other, their eyes wide with apprehension. The air grew heavy with anticipation as the trembling intensified, causing ripples to form on the surface of the waterlogged ground. The sound beneath the earth grew louder, resembling the slow, deliberate footsteps of a giant awakening from its slumber.

Kaizen and Alaric exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding in their chests, unsure of what was about to emerge. The surrounding trees swayed ominously, as if bowing before the impending force.