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I kick out her wrist and disarm her elbow Death in the stomach and kick out at Pestilence when she comes near. Seeing that I have no choice, I fly over each woman, call to their power and siphon them off until my sisters vanish from sight. Sorrow fills me as each woman disappears. However, I don’t have time to mourn before the ceiling begins to come down on us. The Creator roars as Lucifer and the others stab at him, but I can tell that they’re not gaining any ground. The Creator’s dragon breaks through the ceiling, revealing the utter destruction that has been reaped on earth. Flying up, I look through the opening and stifle a cry when I see dead bodies littering the bloody ground.

“I have nothing left, Kara. No modeling contracts, not after the scandal attached my name to this mess. No family money of my own. I was a business partner, exactly like you and Xavier already figured out, and now the business has collapsed entirely.” I studied her, searching for the manipulation I’d learned to expect from everyone connected to this conspiracy, and found instead something rawer, closer to actual desperation, the same kind of desperation I’d once seen in Victoria’s face before she finally chose a different path. “What exactly are you asking me for?”

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Necromancer? "She can raise zombies, talk to ghosts and other dead, and she can heal the undead. Useful to have around. She's our primary conduit to Jeremiah." "Which one's he?"

After that, I would have two days to wait for Luis to complete his end, keep the wall intact, and keep out of the Darkness. Once the Ritual failed, there would be questions. I would blame the power of the Arch-Necromancer for not being enough and suggest we let another do so. If this worked, I would have a few hours to use the recruitment period to secure Helene and Isodora as the Necromancers over their orbs would be called in as they were two of the elders in their studies. After I secured my mate and Isodora, I would call in my handlers and let them raid the Cult; if all went accordingly, not a single foot of the Cult would make it to the Grove in three days.

They were somehow also unaffected by her waves of ultrasonic shrieks and necromancy. To me, it was all in a blur, as I was barely alive, lying on the floor and gurgling the blood mixed with my venom. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer. The deaths of my warriors and her shrieks are taking a toll on me, although Sentaya’s other abilities do not touch me as I am a necromancer, too. One of the things I clearly saw while lying helpless on the ground and writhing in pain was Nexelex sidling behind Sentaya.

Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster. Inside the hospital room, the protective barrier had vanished. The storm outside swept in, carrying debris and scorching heat from the lava, and blew Dean’s hair into a mess. He was still holding my hand tightly, but his body was becoming increasingly transparent, as if he could vanish at any moment. System: [Vitality sacrifice still in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 100%. Soul disintegration countdown initiated!] [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 10 seconds… 9… 8…]

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

“I can’t pick everything up… I can’t hear any words… but it’s bad.” “We should call the police.” His lips turn down. “The police would be no good against whoever is attacking.” I make a noise of disbelief. “Why not?” And who would attack the school anyway? Some deranged ex-student? A terrorist? “Because,” Alec says, “they’re using magic.” I stare at him, and he returns the look. “In case you still don’t believe everything you’ve learned,” he says, “this is a really good time to get on board.”