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I caught the Necromancer's body and, with a brutal display of strength, ripped his heart from his chest with my bare hands. Our deadly dance continued, with Atreyu and I moving in perfect sync, taking down Necromancer after Necromancer. It became apparent that our initial estimates had been grossly inaccurate, there were far more Necromancers than we had anticipated, all of whom seemed to be emerging from the shadows like specters. The castle's fall had clearly not been as decisive a blow as we had thought. My patience was wearing thin as I waited for Blaze to emerge, eager to savor the moment of his demise.

"What of it?" "In the past there was a group called necromancers, they were vampires who discovered a way to become stronger through drinking the right type of blood" Raphael gave her a glance "Every being on earth has their own special blood, but drink that of a high alpha werewolf, and a noble vampire, it opens a whole new world of possibility" "What does a necromancer do?" Rebecca asked. "Dark magic, bring the dead back to life, some want to use its power to conquer the world, me, I want to cure the vampire curse"

Perhaps she is finally seeing that she doesn’t have to hide anymore. I know shadows, darkness, and death have always been a part of my life. I’ve never feared any of it. I’ve used the shadows and darkness to hide in plain sight when I’m on missions. I command the shadows to teleport me where I want. I can manipulate them to bend to my will. I'm a necromancer. I play with death by stopping people from dying, bringing them back to life if necessary, and even taking their life. My ability as a necromancer allows me to remove souls directly from their bodies. It’s why I get the complex missions.

As if noticing my curious glances, Lucan leaned closer and explained, “That’s a Graveborn. They call themselves Necromancers.” I frowned, studying the man in question. At first glance, he looked human but the details betrayed him. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, and when he spoke, sharp fangs flashed briefly. I would’ve taken him for a vampire, but his skin wasn’t pale like the ones I’d met before; instead, it held a faint gray tint, like ash brought to life.

What he knows is enough for us to FALL. This Netherworld is not that complicated. You have all freedom and also the choice of how you use that freedom. Sadly, competition was born with it. Everyone wants to reach the top of the ranks to gain other benefits that lie on that number. They will all do what is needed to be done even if they need to paint the floor with blood just to survive this hostile environment. Yeah, we are also aiming for the top, for the sake of controlling everyone under us but we know that is not easy.

Whenever the former emperor saw him, he always had a look of displease on his face; it was as if he saw Marcus as a nuisance. At first, when he was younger, he longed for the former emperor's approval. Hence, he tried his best on everything. Hoping that one day, the former emperor would be proud of him. Unfortunately, all of those were only his wishful thinking. As Marcus was too different from the former emperor and exceeded on everything especially in magic, he realized that he was often compared to the former emperor. It became worse when it was disclosed how his mana was too immense and his potential was too high. That in a few years time, he could become the youngest archmage in history

I doubted him because that was possible. Stefano shook his head. "You saw his eyes, didn't you? The necromancer is the only one with golden eyes mixed with red. It looks like he holds the universe inside his eyes," he answered me, adding more weight to the evidence that Sushi is indeed a necromancer. . "B-but he didn't do anything bad," I defended Sushi because he might say to kill Sushi again.

Higgins had now become filled with compassion, or at least no other option. "We need to ressurrect the former Alpha and make him rally his pack. He's going to tell them of how Ramsy ended his life and lead them away from following him. Nefario needs proof that Ramsy spear heads the evil roting inside the pack but for that..." "You need a Necromancer who is skilled in allowing communication with the dead." Higgins led to a conclusion, one that left him short of words. "That's why you chose me, isn’t it?” He seemed dissappointed, perhaps he expected more of a returned sentiment to his sincere prior advances.

He narrowed his eyes at the title and I realized that he wasn't completely comfortable with it. “There has been war, targeting mostly Lycans. Most of the lycan clans have been destroyed. Mine is the only one still standing in the south. We don't know who these people are, they move smoothly, too smoothly. The seers say they use black magic. That's all we know” I explained. He pondered for a while, “That may explain how they moved so quickly without being noticed. I sympathize with you and your people. But what exactly do you want with us?”

She was the standard against which this field measured itself and she knew it and carried the knowledge without apparent weight. Position two was a driver named Osei, rank ten, who Alina had studied in preparation and found to be the kind of competitor who was fast but predictable, his race patterns consistent across his history in a way that was reassuring until it became a liability. Mercer at three. Four between them and Alina.