The Genesis Of A Necromancer

Chapter 62 voice from the void

In the void of a formless realm, a pair of pitch-black eyes flickered to life, piercing the eternal darkness. A dense, oppressive energy surged outward, rippling through the shadows like a tidal wave. The air, if it could be called that, buzzed with the hum of malevolent power.

"I can feel it," a voice hissed, low and guttural, filled with dark satisfaction. "After so many years... another incarnate of the Lord of the Dead."

The figure sniffed the air with an eerie intensity. It had no nose, only a ridged, skeletal cavity where one should have been. Its form seemed incomplete, an amalgamation of bones and shadow barely held together by sheer will.

"Bring me the Lord's host!" the voice boomed, its command reverberating like a storm within the void. "I must extract his soul at once!"

From the darkness, a cloaked figure emerged, bowing low before the skeletal entity. The servant's form trembled visibly, the oppressive aura of his master driving him to the brink of collapse. Yet, he dared not raise his head.

"To stand before a higher devil is both an honor and a curse," the servant thought, his limbs shaking as he remained prostrate. He finally spoke, his voice quivering, "My lord, how shall I locate him? And once found, how do I bring him here?"

The skeletal figure tilted its head, the motion slow and deliberate, as if considering the absurdity of the question. "Are you daft?" it spat, its voice dripping with disdain. "He wields the dark power, a connection to me as ancient as the abyss itself. Follow that thread—trace the energy that binds us!"

The servant sank further into the shadows, his form dissolving into the void like ink spilling into water. "Understood, my lord," he murmured before disappearing completely.

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On the physical plane, chaos erupted.

"No, no, no," Jack said, his tone laced with mockery as he addressed his adversaries. "Come now, Saint Ivan. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. And you, dear Alisha, wipe that shocked look off your face. Humans have always been duplicitous; this is just another example."

"Enough!" Ivan's voice cut through the tension like a blade, his anger igniting. He raised his gleaming sword high, the blade catching the light as if charged with divine energy. His lips moved in silent prayer before he barked his command: "Slash of Heavenly Destruction!"

'He's serious,' Jack thought, his grin faltering for a fraction of a second.

Ivan swung his sword in a precise cross-shaped motion, releasing a shimmering arc of energy. The attack tore through the air with devastating force, reality itself seeming to fracture in its wake. The sheer power of it bore down on Jack like an inescapable fate.

There was no time to dodge, no way to block.

'So, this is how curiosity kills the cat,' Jack mused grimly. Yet, even as the deadly arc closed in, his lips curved into a small, defiant smile.

Chains of radiant light burst from nowhere, wrapping tightly around Jack's body. The divine bindings yanked him backward just as the destructive arc struck the ground where he'd been standing. The explosion that followed was deafening, tearing through the earth and ripping apart the nearby dormitory with an effortless ferocity. Dust and debris filled the air, the dorm reduced to a smoldering ruin in mere moments.

'That was close. Too close,' Jack thought, the adrenaline coursing through him. Relief washed over him like a wave, but he masked it with a confident smirk. 'Another gamble… but it seems luck still favors me—just barely.'

As the dust settled, Alisha stepped forward, her gaze steely. "Ivan, we're done here. Killing him will only cause misunderstandings. I'll question him myself."

Ivan seethed, his jaw clenched. "As you wish, my lady," he said reluctantly, sheathing his blade.

The chains constricting Jack tightened, glowing with a golden radiance as Alisha approached. Her eyes bore into his, cold and unyielding. "You have much to explain," she said sharply. "And I warn you, lies will not save you. You will tell me everything."

Jack chuckled, unbothered by his predicament. "Oh, Alisha," he drawled, "you're lied to every day. What makes this any different?" His laughter rang out, echoing mockingly.

Her expression flickered, doubt creeping into her mind. 'What if he's telling the truth? The High Priests have always schemed for power. Could they…?'

Her silence didn't go unnoticed. Ivan stepped forward, his voice calm but insistent. "My lady, do not let his venom poison your mind. He's a liar. This knowledge must have been stolen—perhaps he forced it from one of our own."

Jack, meanwhile, was paying them little attention. His focus shifted inward as a flood of notifications appeared before him.

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[Class Unlocked: You are now a Necromancer Bone Caster!]

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[New Abilities: Summoning Unlocked. Skill 'Arise' will be used to raise the bone army!]

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[Perk Unlocked: You now comprehend the Demon Tongue.]

A sly grin spread across Jack's face as he scanned the updates. 'Finally, something useful,' he thought. 'No more fumbling with incantations like that oversized ball of light made me do. Throwing me into a world to learn a new language'

"Saint Ivan," Alisha's voice cut through his musings, "my decision is final. He stays with me."

Ivan stiffened, his anger barely restrained. "As you command, my lady," he said through gritted teeth. His eyes briefly met Jack's, blazing with fury.

Jack didn't miss the look. 'Oh, he's pissed,' he thought, stifling a smirk.

Before any more could be said, a crack split the air behind Jack. The sound was sharp, unnatural, like glass shattering under immense pressure. All eyes turned toward the disturbance.

A jagged fissure of pure blackness had appeared, pulsating with a malevolent energy. From the void within, a deep, guttural voice bellowed:

"Alas, I have found you."

Jack's body tensed. The voice sent a chill down his spine, resonating with an unshakable familiarity. His instincts screamed danger, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of fear.

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