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He handed it to Andre, who placed it gently onto the ground and then stepped quickly back. The Necromancer held his arms out wide and began his sing-song chant. The tiny table began to shimmer and started to grow. Within a minute, it had expanded to full size. The Necromancer continued chanting, shifting his tone as he began the incantation that activated the table and called the imprisoned eyes to the surface. When they were all glowing brightly, he fell silent for a few moments, gathering his breath.

No statue of angels or gargoyles stood sentry near or around it, just untrimmed shrubs and towering trees that looked as old as time. Carved on the black stone were the initials E.R. It was meant to be unanimous to all who looked at it, but to the mage, he knew exactly who this person was buried six feet below. From his coat’s pocket, he fished out a booklet with tattered edges and dog ears. With a single sweep of his palm on the cover, the booklet grew in size enough to read the contents without wincing. It was the necromancy book. He flipped a page with the bookmark and then chanted its contents while shutting his eyes close.

"Jasmine, those who hurt you have paid the price. If there's a next life, you'll be born into a family that truly loves you. "I should go. Work's been a bit busy. Next time, I'll bring your favorite, chilled white wine." Lilith gently brushed the dust from Jasmine's smiling portrait on the stone. She smiled faintly at Jasmine's photo, then turned and walked away. A breeze passed. A small bird flew to the tombstone, flapped its wings lightly, and pecked away the nut on the cake.

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}

Means: I had to finish all the food alone! I am gonna turn into pig at this rate. I look at the time. 1 am now. I am sitting in the dark. The light from the TV screen is illuminating my face. I hear the click of the door. My back straightens. He is back! I will not miss this chance. Standing quietly like a predator tracking its prey from the bushes, I tiptoe towards him to grab his arm before he disappears. My hand shoots forward. I am just an inch away when the lights turn on magically, and Lorcan’s deep voice echoes.

The very air seemed to vibrate with power, the tension building with each incantation. Amidst the storm of magic, I glimpsed fleeting moments of Seraphina, reminders of the bond we once shared. But such sentiments had no place in this battle—my loved ones' safety depended on my triumph. Just as Seraphina's attacks surged with newfound ferocity, a deafening roar reverberated through the room, drowning out the symphony of power. Lucas stormed into the fray, a red wolf of unyielding determination. His presence radiated strength and resolve, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Seraphina.

“I’m looking for someone. Maybe you’ve seen her. Or maybe you know someone who’s seen her.” “Vampire with long red hair? Beautiful? Powerful? Steel gray eyes? Nope. Haven’t seen her. In fact, I’ve never heard of her.” He picked up the cards again and started shuffling them. Jo’s patience began to thin. “How did you know that’s who we are looking for?” He shrugged and set about dealing the cards. “Listen, if you wanna talk, sit down, and I’ll deal you in. Otherwise, you’re disrupting our game. And I don’t like disruptions.”

200 km to the west. Heels clattered against the pavement of Executive Director Robert Slith's new Drug Manufacturing and Research Center. A place that was inaugurated a long time ago and that only the best had been hired. A place with more mysteries than science. The air billowed his dark hair and billowed around his face that outlined a triumphant smile. He ran his fingers over the plate of his white coat changing in a flash activating a spell, the name carved into it. He looked up and down the imposing building with disinterest knowing that what he was looking for was not in the visible part and his smile broadened.

There seemed no point for it beyond setting a creepy mood, which may be conducive to the power of suggestion. Open mind, he reminded himself. You promised Bias you’d go into this with an open mind. Brad and Bias took a seat on the red leather loveseat in the far right corner, while Topher walked over to the bookshelf. Every third book was still turned upside down; Brad hadn’t fixed them. Topher ran his EMF reader up and down the bookcase. “Nothing unusual yet,” he said, “but the night is young. I’m going to start the EVP session.”

. A sword embedded itself the dirt wall before her. She caused the dirt hut to disintegrate and pushed herself up. She looked around to find that her foes had doubled in number. How the-- necromancer! Ignoring her shoulder, she ran for her sword and like hell on wheels, began to tear through the army of skeletons and incomplete flesh around her. In a split second, she caught the eye of the necromancer and held his gaze. His face paled. Not in fear.... But in complete dullness of mind. The army of skeletons abruptly stopped attacking. Eleanor looked around in confusion, coiled to spring into action at any time. Everything within her electrical dome was immobile. Was he being manipulated? She