Darkness surrounded the necromancer. In the darkness, glowing green eyes were focused on something. The sound of a quill scratching across papers was as prevalent as the sound of pages being flipped through.

Soon, all noises stopped.

The man’s eyes glowed extremely bright. The stale air swirled around, magic glowing around the man.

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Behind him, body parts of various people and creatures laid carelessly on the ground. The entire room was coated in red, blood still dripping off the man himself.

The man’s hair looked black in the light, veins and arteries visible with how dark they were and how pale his skin had become. Valentine spoke in the deathly quiet of the cellar he was in.

“It is possible for reapers to be killed, then.”