The Demon
The ghost looked at me once more, I released my power, and it was his turn to become pale—or, rather, translucent.
“By the Bright! You—”
“Yep. Me. And if you don’t answer me right now, I will burn your chicken coop to the ground!”
The spirit sighed and began telling his story. He was also a necromancer, who, by a cruel twist of fate, had become a healer.
If you make a drawback your advantage, you can heal with the power intended to destroy, that was true.
I had never been taught that, but the Andago family seemed no stranger to experimentation.
Bab Populer