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He injected me and then here he was planning to take my powers; that only meant that healing my babies was going to be impossible. "It's time to have those powers, my friend is on her way here Vandeer Blight, the best necromancer", All the remaining color drained from my face when l heard the name. This wasn't a witch but a necromancer. He chose a necromancer over his family.

" I laughed out loud when I heard this. I couldn't believe she had the nerve to say something like that. "Do you think I'm that easy to fool? I already died once in my previous life. I'm not stupid enough to trust you again." Kate's eyes widened as she stared at me. "Y-You came back too?" "I died so horribly in my past life that even heaven couldn't stand it. They sent me back to collect what I was owed." Now, she looked at me as if I were a demon from hell. She muttered in shock, "Impossible. How could you be reborn too? You're lying to me. If you came back, why didn't you buy this house?"

I grinned and turned to look at Veronica who was looking very confused. "Why are you two looking at each other like that?" She asked."We were discussing" I said and her frown deepened. "In your minds?" She pressed further. "That's right" "Okay, what did you two come up with then?" "We have a necromancer" I said and she narrowed her eyes. "It's very rare to find a real necromancer. Do I know the person? Who is it?" she asked.I gave her a smug look. "Me"

Somehow, the Necromancer had imprisoned their magical essences within the table and was drawing upon their power. The Necromancer had not survived all these centuries by taking needless risks. He chose his battles wisely, fighting only when the odds were strong in his favor. Such was not the case now. He could no longer be certain of victory over the power arrayed against him here. Retreat was his best option.

The necromancer let out a piercing scream, its crimson eyes burning with unbridled fury. Damien's gaze shifted to the battle, his expression darkening. "It seems we have a more pressing issue to deal with," he said, his voice low and urgent. "The necromancer's control over the undead army is the true threat here." Elijah and Liam exchanged a wary glance, their weapons still raised in a defensive posture. "And why should we trust you?" Elijah asked, his voice laced with skepticism. Damien's eyes met mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at the intensity of his gaze. "Because I'm the only one who can stop the necromancer and save your kingdom," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

Class: Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/60 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(ELite), Restriction(Elite), Toxikinesis(Mystic)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Curse of Sloth] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

The village lanes were thick with mud and his paws sunk into the muck with every step he took. As he made his way silently across the sleeping village, he turned the last stanza over in his mind. 'Guided by destiny, their souls entwined, across the stars, their final fate defined. A thousand years of peace, their cherished prize, together they'll land where hope never dies.' He felt in his gut that it was instructing him to take his people back with him to the future. He still wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten here, but he knew who did it – his brother's witch, Kelda.

Her little body was shaking. The man's eyes looked at each person in the room. Old people. Young people. Everyone who came to say goodbye to Brock. His men stood behind him. They were big and mean looking. One of them had tattoos on his face. Teardrops under his eyes. "Dead men's debts don't disappear," Scarface said. He was cleaning his fingernails with a knife now. The sound of the blade clicking open and shut made people jump. "They pass to family."