[Echo Scarab]

[Level: 26]

[Attributes: Strength 48, Constitution 64, Agility 68, Spirit 10, Defense 62]

[Traits:]

– Resonance Carapace: Its shell absorbs vibrations and sound based attacks, converting them into energy that slightly restores its Spirit and reinforces its Defense.

– Echo Sense: It detects movement through vibrations in the ground and air, making stealth and invisibility far less effective against it.

– Sound Mimicry: It can record and replay any sound with perfect accuracy, using footsteps, screams, spells, and even heartbeats to lure prey or frighten them.

[Skills:]

– Echo Pulse: It releases a radial sound wave that reveals hidden enemies and disrupts concentration.

– Resonant Ram: It charges forward with a vibrating impact that deals heavy damage and briefly disorients its targets. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

– Burrow Resonance: It digs underground and tracks targets using vibrations, preparing for a sudden ambush.

– Hive Mind Harmony: It summons other Echo Scarabs and synchronizes their sound dishes to produce a single overwhelming sonic attack.

Looking at the Echo Scarab’s statistics, Thoren furrowed his brows briefly before his expression relaxed.

Now he understood how he had been detected and how the creature could track his every movement with such terrifying precision.

A quiet realization settled into his mind, and the unease that had been building within him slowly transformed into cold focus.

Kill.

He issued the mental command without hesitation, and the undead servant responded instantly as it stepped forward and swung its heavy axe with deadly intent.

Whoosh.

Sensing the incoming vibration, the Echo Scarab reacted with unnatural speed, its body shifting through the air as it avoided the strike effortlessly.

Its movement was precise and fluid, as though it had predicted the attack before it even began.

In the same instant, it launched its own counterattack.

Resonant Ram.

Bang.

The undead servant staggered backward under the force of the impact, its body jolting from the collision.

However, it recovered quickly and retaliated with another powerful swing of its axe.

Within a few seconds, the undead servant and the Echo Scarab exchanged dozens of attacks in rapid succession.

Each clash was swift and brutal, yet it became clear that the undead servant was being pushed back steadily.

If not for the Bronze grade armor hidden beneath its cloak, the undead would have already been shattered into fragments.

Through the undead servant’s eyes, Thoren observed every movement carefully.

His mind processed each detail with precision, and he quickly reached a conclusion.

The Echo Scarab was too small and too fast for conventional attacks to be effective.

Its size alone gave it a significant advantage, allowing it to evade strikes that would easily crush larger enemies.

Screech.

Just as Thoren prepared to sever the mental connection, the single Echo Scarab released a sharp and piercing sound through its dish-like head.

The sound was different from everything he had heard before.

It was not merely a mimicry.

It was a signal.

Howl.

A deep and distorted howl echoed across the area, sending a ripple through the surrounding space.

The air trembled slightly, as though something unseen had responded to the call.

The atmosphere grew heavier, filled with a suffocating tension that pressed against the senses.

Through the undead servant’s vision, Thoren saw movement within the red dry grasses.

Dozens of Echo Scarabs rose into the air, their bodies emerging in unison before flying toward the undead servant at incredible speed.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"How dare you attack us?"

The voices overlapped in a chilling chorus, each one filled with malice and hostility.

In a single moment, the undead servant was overwhelmed.

Its body was struck repeatedly, sending it crashing heavily onto the ground.

Yet the Echo Scarabs did not stop their assault.

They continued their attack relentlessly, ramming into its body again and again with increasing force.

Their movements were synchronized, as though they shared a single mind guiding their actions.

"This..."

Thoren was momentarily stunned, but his reaction came swiftly.

He was not only observing the battle of one undead servant.

At the same time, his main body sensed the sudden appearance of dozens of Echo Scarabs surrounding his entire undead legion.

The realization struck him instantly. This was not an isolated encounter.

It was an ambush.

Without hesitation, he severed the mental connection.

His vision snapped back to his own body, and the world shifted as his awareness returned fully.

Before him, tens of Echo Scarabs swarmed through the air, attacking his undead servants from every direction.

Their movements created a chaotic storm of vibrations that filled the entire area.

Swiftly, Thoren reached into his storage and retrieved the Choir Bell Charm.

Ting.

The moment he shook the bell, a clear and resonant sound spread outward like a ripple across water.

The effect was immediate.

The Echo Scarabs froze mid flight, their bodies trembling slightly as the sound disrupted their coordination.

’Kill.’

Thoren issued the command again, and his previously passive undead servants surged forward with renewed aggression.

They moved as one, their hollow eyes burning as they charged toward the immobilized enemies.

Within seconds, the battlefield erupted into a full scale conflict.

Thoren continued to shake the bell repeatedly, sending wave after wave of disruptive sound through the air.

Each chime broke the synchronization of the Echo Scarabs, preventing them from forming a unified attack.

"What are you doing?"

"Fight us properly."

"Coward."

"Face us directly."

"Fight like a man."

The voices echoed all around him, layered and distorted as the creatures attempted to provoke him.

Each insult carried the tone of human speech, mimicked perfectly from voices they had once recorded.

Listening to them, Thoren could not help but frown slightly.

The sheer variety of phrases they used suggested that these creatures had encountered many humans before.

Each voice carried fragments of past victims, preserved and replayed endlessly.

"Stop interfering."

"Let us attack."

"Man to man. Don’t be a weasel."

The Echo Scarabs tried desperately to counter the effect of the bell with their own sonic abilities.

However, their efforts proved useless.

The Choir Bell Charm overwhelmed their frequencies completely, disrupting their coordination at every attempt.

More importantly, Thoren’s undead servants were unaffected by sound based attacks.

They did not hear fear.

They did not feel confusion.

They responded only to the commands of their master.

Because of that, the Echo Scarabs had already lost their greatest advantage.

Even so, their Hive Mind Harmony made them a dangerous opponent.

Their ability to combine their voices into a single devastating attack could easily overwhelm an ordinary human.

Their mimicry could shatter the mind of their prey long before physical combat began. Unfortunately for them, Thoren was neither ordinary nor vulnerable to such tactics.

Slowly but steadily, the undead servants cut through the swarm.

Axes rose and fell.

Blades tore through harden carapace.

One after another, the Echo Scarabs were destroyed.

Their small forms were no match for the relentless assault of the undead legion. The battle itself lacked massive explosions or earth-shaking impacts. There were no grand displays of destructive force.

Yet the danger present within the conflict was no less terrifying.

It was a battle of control.

A battle of perception.

A battle where a single mistake could lead to immediate death.If Thoren had been any other human, the outcome would have been very different.

He would have been overwhelmed by the voices.

He would have been disoriented by the illusions.

He would have been torn apart before he even understood what he was facing.

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