Chapter 69: Midnight Struggle (1)
"Necromancy?"
The surviving members of the Crimson Flame Brigade nodded vigorously.
"Without a doubt."
"Corpses moving, evil spirits attacking us..."
"The place was shrouded in such a sinister aura that you'd have to be blind not to notice."
Sebastian blinked dazedly, unable to process what he'd just heard. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a necromancer standing by Prince Lloyd’s side.
How could a prince align himself with a necromancer?
In contrast, the eyes of the cultists gleamed with a strange light.
"A necromancer, you say!"
"Seems like an amateur who hasn’t studied the teachings of Tesranach."
"Even so, their necromantic power appears to be considerable."
The Cult of the Black God wasn’t the only group employing necromancy. After all, the world was already riddled with the Shadow of Doom. Moreover, necromancers had the unique ability to absorb their opponent’s power, thereby augmenting their own strength. In other words: finders keepers.