Scepticus continued walking further into the cave. Eventually he could see trails of blood. “Why am I still here?” Scepticus asked himself. BANG! The side of the cave wall broke as a Wendigo the size of a car started wrestling Scepticus against a wall. “SHIT!” Scepticus exclaimed. The Wendigo’s mouth kept edging closer and closer to Scepticus’ face. Somehow Scepticus managed to slip under the Wendigo’s grip and slide under it. He then began running away from the Wendigo further into the cave. As soon as Scepticus’ arms stopped wrestling with the Wendigo. Its arms crashed into the wall leaving a giant dent on the wall along with more than a few cracks. “WHAT KIND OF WENDIGO IS THIS?!” Scepticus asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer. “An Elder one, my old friend,” a voice replied. The voice sounded very familiar. Scepticus continued running as he tried organising his thoughts like a jigsaw puzzle as that was how scrambled it was at this point.

Then he remembered a kid. One with light green hair and red eyes. None other than Nick the Necromancer. “OH, SCREW YOU NICK,” Scepticus shouted. Scepticus continued running further and further down the cave, all whilst the Wendigo was aggressively chasing after him. Then a thud. Scepticus had fallen down. He noticed he was bleeding from his head. His vision grew blurry and then he noticed there was a rock a couple of metres away from him with blood on it. “Screw… You… Nick…” Scepticus managed to say before he knocked out. Scepticus awoke in a room. His hands chained to the wall. He tried breaking out of the chains but to no avail. It was as if he had lost all of his strength. Scepticus tried using magic but it just wouldn’t materialise. Almost as if his magic had been completely drained from him. Scepticus peered past a hallway and saw Nick in his hood, made blatantly obvious by the tuft of light green hair sticking out. Why did he even wear that cloak?

Scepticus saw a purple light nearby Nick but couldn’t make out what it was. But its aura was eerie. Far more eerie than anything else he had felt in this era for a while now. Nick eventually steered his head to Scepticus’ direction and saw that he had awoken. Nick slowly approached Scepticus with a vial of a red liquid. He popped the cork off and started talking. “Well my friendly intruder, how does it feel to be captured by a necroman-”. He was interrupted by the sound of a glass vial breaking. “OH FOR THE DEATH GOD’S SAKE, WHAT’S GOING ON OVER THERE?”. Nick started walking through another doorway which Scepticus could just about see, before Nick disappeared past the doorway. Scepticus then heard a bang and a splat as Nick’s footsteps could be heard walking towards him once again.

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“Now as I was saying, How does it feel to be captured by a necromancer? Isn’t it an honour to be part of… this little experiment of my own,” Nick said. Scepticus felt a demonic aura rushing out of the vial. It was very concentrated for the overworld. But Scepticus was overjoyed. Since if a thing had demonic energy he could get stronger. Although happy he had to stop his urge to smile so that Nick would actually use it on him. “Demonic essence. I’d say it’s quite fitting for a child like you. Especially one who pisses me off. You have a 60% chance to become a mutated hub of glob and a 39.9% chance to die. Are you ready?” Nick asked. “No,” Scepticus replied plainly, “WHO WOULD BE READY TO TURN INTO A HUNK OF FLESH. EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”. Nick’s smile began to grimace along with his blood red eyes.

Nick then splashed the potion onto Scepticus. He begun to smile. Nick began taking notes whilst speaking them out loud. “Hmmm… Initial symptoms include hysterical laughing… THAT” ALL THE SYMPTOMS?!”. Scepticus then began to absorb the liquid in from the vial. “Ahhh… Demonic energy. How I’ve missed you,” Scepticus said as the purple liquid began to seep into his skin. Scepticus’ veins started bulging as a liquid which was black along with highlights of purple began flowing through his veins. He then tried breaking out of the bars and managed to do it. It appeared that the demonic energy had recovered his strength and mana. He was back at full reserves. Nick heard the snapping of the metal. “S-H-I-T,” he said as he tried to get past that corridor which Scepticus could barely see earlier. Scepticus just appeared in front of Nick.

Scepticus then punched Nick, hitting him through multiple cave walls before appearing behind Nick to punch him back. Scepticus was essentially playing a game of table tennis where Nick was the ball and he was the table tennis racket. He kept on hitting Nick. Eventually Scepticus got bored and left Nick to die on the floor. Scepticus then used his hand and picked a random soul from behind him, before absorbing it into his hand. “Ahh, much better,” he said, his hunger being replenished. During this time Scepticus' left eye turned completely black only leaving a blue slit as his pupil. He also had a black horn sprouting from above the eye which had a blue slit on it. His eye along with his horn would automatically activate when he was hungry.

His horn slowly collapsed in on itself leaving no sign of a horn being there. His eyes slowly swirled before returning to normal. Scepticus then tried to find a way out of the cave but to no avail. SO he just broke the walls in one direction before finally reaching outside. Scepticus then took the card from his pocket. “Let’s see my stats now,”. The card lit up as his stats appeared. . Strength: 190, Stamina: 190, Health: 130, Agility: 190 and Magic: 160. “Whoa. All of my stats have pretty much doubled. Scepticus then looked forward before realising something. He was on the wrong side of the mountain. “Damn,” Scepticus said, “I can’t believe I have to walk around the entire mountain to get back home,”.