Professor Wadluck charged at me, brandishing another knife. He stuck the blade to my throat and brought his leering face within inches of mine. "Black magic shall not wake the darkest dead. But guess whose magic is a loophole? Yours with your gray magic, not too black, not too white. A perfect balance ensured by the shadow-walker who kept trying to hurt you just so you'd heal yourself with white magic. Turn that darkness inside of you a teensy bit brighter."

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