Chapter 56. Reive

The boy vanished into thin air. His fate didn’t concern Reive anymore.

He wiped his blood-stained hands and quitted the den, leaving behind about twenty people infected with a mortal curse. They were mainly thieves like those who’d attacked Reive the night before. There also were common people who’d hit bottom because of poverty or not having enough backbone.

Reive wasn’t sorry for any of them. Something inside him stirred unpleasantly as he walked home late in the evening and sensed his first accursed victim had died. A powerful flow of the Dark, poisoned with human fear of death, passed through him, filling up his anarel, enlarging it and temporarily increasing his magic power. During the next hour, the energy of the other victims would flow in. The necromancer didn’t feel remorse. Something familiar was pulsating inside him.  Something glad that the Undead King had decided to return. And that he wasn’t dead anymore.

Du