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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."

“They performed a liberation ritual and sacrificed two innocents, so I deduce that the sacrifices were the Alpha and the Moon of the Golden Pack.” “Sacrifices for what?” I asked fearfully. “Necromancy,” Daemon said, feeling nauseous. “That magical attack is to break the chains of death while stealing energy from a single sector. With them, they will be able to perform necromancy and advance experiments in restoration and the use of corpses.” I heard a gasp and looked at Bella in shock. “That's bad; it's a clear violation of nature,” Bella said. And at that moment I saw beyond; perhaps with that spell they tore the veil without realizing it. It was a powerful spell in which a lot of power, en

" I exclaimed in exasperation. "Yes, it is... Necromancy is a forbidden art and considered evil." Ishtar replied and sighed. "But there are still practitioners... They haven't been exterminated. Anyway... You have a great connection with Soul Stones, the good and the bad... For example, you could sense if someone was using a magic item made from a soul stone. You could identify a Necromancer, as they disguise themselves among the various realms to escape being hunted. You could be used to walking around places to be forced to identify if there is a stone in a stone mine."

Their mouths gaped, sewn shut with thread that glowed faintly, trapping centuries of screams. They had once been warriors. Wolves. Mages. Leaders. Banished, betrayed, erased. Now, they belonged to me. A figure emerged from the skeletal trees. He was tall, draped in rotting velvet that reeked of earth and decay. His face was hidden by a jagged mask fashioned from bone. The Necromancer. “You summoned me,” he rasped, his voice grating like stone on stone. “You know the price.” I rose to my feet, my shadow stretching across the poisoned earth in ways no living thing’s should. “I’ve already paid.”

"Can he do that, I mean how?" "Necromancers serve as link between the dead and the living. I'm alive and human, but not the other creatures, they're not of the physical world and only a necromancer can take them there. What you see happening to your town is as a result of his coming, as he draws nearer so will the disaster get worse. So by the time he arrives, the remaining survivals will be annihilated by the abomination he'll invite to your world." "How do we stop him?"

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

"This isn't mere decoration. The gold is pure, first of all—worth a small fortune on its own. But more importantly, it's been *bound*." A murmur rippled through the crowd. Even Kael felt a cold shock of understanding. Binding magic. Blood magic. The kind that was forbidden in most of the civilized realms because of how thoroughly it could control another being. "The collar is keyed to the buyer," Grayson explained. "A simple blood ritual, completed at the time of sale. Once bound, she'll be unable to flee, unable to raise her hand against you, unable to disobey direct commands. Think of it as... insurance. Even if her wolf somehow emerged despite her latent nature, she'd be completely under

Behind Robert the circle grew smaller and some drew weapons, which flashed electricity at the tip. Alisha recoiled when her paw touched the edge and some stones fell into the void. -Blaren what do we do? - He said through his mind touching his neck with his nose to get his attention. -Do you believe in something? - She mentally denied and didn't think it was the first time she did. "You know we have no other alternative," he said, stepping back until he was at the top as well.

Luka stated firmly as he got off the ground and helped me to my feet. “You killed them!” The Banshee screamed and even through the earbuds, the sound was loud enough to cause my bones to vibrate painfully. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. This Boss wasn’t like any other Boss, the health bar that showed up above her was already down in the red. There was only one, unlike the other Boss’s we have faced.

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."