The Necromancer’s Scheme 4 – The Night Hour
Those were the days. The Necromancer remembers them as if it were yesterday. He sits, lost in thought, reflecting on the past. Before him lies a table, piled high with magical tomes—textbooks, some of which he barely understands himself. He hasn’t quite mastered them yet, but there is plenty of time ahead. A necromancer has thousands of years—an eternity, even—to grasp it all. Ah, what times those were!