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“When it falls, those near it blister from burns. However, it incinerates everything in its path, leaving only scorched dirt…” “And glass?” “Yes.” Sethlzaar looked to Narvi, a question in his eyes, and his brother nodded. It seemed Cenam had been right. He turned back to the old man. “Any relationship between the man and the strikes?” Dhon nodded. “Actually, we believe him to be touched. A man with a very powerful touch. The strikes grow more accurate whenever he’s on the battle field.” “And his combat skill?” Dragmund frowned. “It’s less about his skill and more about his strength.”

I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes. “In any other circumstance, I’d approve of what Brandon Price did. Kujo would’ve literally eaten him alive in five years tops, so he really needed to get rid of it. And I’m not sure he knew how the ritual worked when he accepted to perform it. Surely the witch involved only told him it would sever the attachment.” “Were you able to find out anything about it?”

lisa asked him feeling even more confused. “We fight the Spectral attacks as they come and the Necromancers when we find them but we don’t know who is behind it.” He replied. “Spectrals?” “It’s Dark Magic. Very dark.” Mark said. “They’re like angry spirit things, they attack and suck the life out of their victims.” He said with a shudder. “Right.” lisa replied “And Necromancers? What are they?” “Witches. Well, a specific type of Witch. They bring back the dead to fight for them. To use necromancy is to curse your soul.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Formed a fist. And drove it into the wall. The sound brought his assistant through the door in under five seconds. She stopped when she saw his face. “Sir — are you alright?” He turned and looked at her. The rage was still sitting in his eyes, right on the surface, not bothering to hide. “Nexus Capital,” he said. “Find out who owns it. The parent company, the holding structure, all of it.” She blinked. “Sir?” “I want to know everything about who controls that company by the end of the day.” He moved back to his desk. “Then I want you to get my acquisitions team in here. I’m making an offer.”

He looked into the darkness, staring at those two blue points. “We will free you,” he said finally. “But on one condition. We will place a simple binding, a blood bond, that will prevent you from directly harming us or taking over the ley line without our consent.” “Wise,” Selene replied, sounding somewhat amused. “Agreed. Do it.” They descended into the basement. The room was small, its walls covered in ancient, fading symbols. In the center sat a simple stone coffin with a lid carved with a massive Closed Eye symbol. The coffin was vibrating softly.

It was rumoured that she is the only one whom Blair recognizes aside from Foire, and it seems like rumours are real, she indeed bowed when Morana came in the room. Morana is a unique necromancer as well, she brings death spirits with her, as well as the cold breeze of the wind. She is likely the second most powerful necromancer, next to Azazel. Many supernatural inside the border respects her, not only because of her breathtaking beauty but because her consults were always on point. She is not part of the thirteen crowns, however, she holds a great impact on them, aside from Illac. "You are here," Foire said. He stood up from his seat and looked at the lady in front of him. Morana's lips for

and then Francis's head was crushed under the weight of the Wight King's boot. Before his head was completely crushed, the fallen necromancer regained control of his body and mind, and screamed. "I am Francis Kemmler, The Lord of Necromancers" ♦ ♦ ♦ From the distance, two figures watched carefully how the entire battle had unfolded "It seems that the‘ Cauldron of Death ’operation was a failure," said one of the figures. "It seems that Number 2's ability to use the‘ Dominus Maximum ’is rusting away."