Chapter 8

Chapter 8

God Damnit. I thought to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose again. The Cryomancer was standing there looking at me curiously. No wonder the Cryomancers are attacking, the fucking Necromancers have one of their kind locked up. They won't stop until they get her back. But when they do… And they find out she's dead… They are going to start a fucking war. My thoughts were raging. How exactly do we get ourselves out of this mess?

The Cryomancer seemed calm and collected. She wasn’t angry or spiteful, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I’m a Reaver or if there was another reason. But the second she heard rustling in the tunnel she turned towards the sound, let out a screech, and shot an array of ice crystals down the hall at whoever was approaching. I heard their scattered footsteps as they ran back the other way.

She then locked eyes with me. “What is your name?” She said into my mind. I turned to look around to see if anyone else was near enough to have heard that. Was I goi