Eldric's days at the University of Arcane Studies had settled into a steady rhythm. Each morning, he attended classes where he studied various branches of magic, honing his abilities and deepening his understanding of the arcane arts. He was particularly focused on dark magic, as it resonated with the power he had cultivated within himself. His instructors noticed his aptitude, though Eldric made sure to keep his true strength carefully concealed.
Afternoons were filled with tasks assigned by his professors—practical applications of the spells he had learned, crafting potions, or assisting in research projects. Eldric performed these tasks diligently, though his thoughts often wandered back to the Grimoire. The nightmare he had experienced lingered in his mind, a constant reminder that something dark and powerful still had a grip on him.
In the evenings, Eldric would retreat to the library, a place where he found solace and endless knowledge. The library was vast, with towering shelves filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts. It was here that Eldric focused his research on souls, hoping to find clues about the Grimoire and its connection to his nightmare. He studied texts on soul magic, necromancy, and the creation of magical artifacts, carefully piecing together information that might help him understand the bond between him and the Grimoire.
One evening, as he was browsing through the restricted section of the library, Eldric's attention was caught by a worn, unmarked book. The cover was faded, its title lost to time, but something about it drew him in. He reached out and opened the book, revealing dense, ancient script that seemed to pulse with a hidden energy. As he read, the text began to unravel a story about an unknown yet well-known necromancer—a figure of great power whose name had been lost to history but whose legacy endured through the ages.
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The book detailed the necromancer's experiments with souls, his creation of powerful grimoires, and his mastery over death. But what struck Eldric most was the final chapter, which spoke of a successor—a chosen one who would inherit the necromancer's knowledge and power. According to the text, the successor would be marked by a vision, a dream in which the necromancer would reveal himself. The book mentioned that the successor would carry a map imprinted in their mind, leading them to the necromancer's final resting place, where his ultimate power was sealed.
As Eldric read these words, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The nightmare he had experienced, the vision of the lich in the ruined castle, it all aligned with what the book described. The dark figure on the throne, the ominous words, "I will come soon"—it wasn't just a random nightmare. It was a sign, a message from the necromancer, indicating that Eldric had been chosen as his successor.
Suddenly, Eldric's head throbbed with pain, and he closed his eyes, gripping the edge of the table. When he opened them again, he saw it—a map, clear and vivid, imprinted in his mind. It depicted a desolate land, a place far from the city, hidden deep within the mountains. There, marked by a dark symbol, was the location of the necromancer's tomb.
Eldric sat back, trying to process the flood of information. He had been chosen, but what did it mean? What was he supposed to do with this knowledge? The power of the necromancer was formidable, but it came with dangers, and Eldric wasn't sure if he was ready to embrace that legacy.
For now, he decided to keep this revelation to himself. He would continue with his studies, carrying on with his daily life at the university, but he knew that the day would come when he would have to face the truth. The map in his mind was a constant reminder of the journey that awaited him, and the power that lay at its end. But for now, he would bide his time, gathering strength and knowledge, preparing himself for the challenges ahead.