*Mika*

Reginald and I had gone through a bit more necromancy training. Using magic was both euphoric and draining; the power that flowed through my veins helped me feel elated, floating, on top of the world, but also burned me out like a candle that’d been on for too long. I hadn’t accomplished much aside from waking up the rabbit, then causing a skeleton to walk for a few seconds before collapsing. Just that had taken a lot out of me, but I felt a new sense of excitement that I ...