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The Master Necromancer

- Waking up one day in a prison of Vampires and just the barest minimum of memories, Skraal is an apprentice skeleton-mage with a problem. Escaping, he walks right into a conflict between his captors and their enemies. What will he do in this world of Vampires and mages, Werewolves and Elves, without his memory´s to guide him? *Death is nothing to fear, when you live, it doesn’t, when it does, you don’t.* -

Krizantem · Fantasía
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The Master Necromancer - Vol 1 - Chapter 61

After about five hours, Skraal took a deep breath and looked at the black forest in front of himself.

He could easily feel the ominous air coming from the forest itself; the height of the trees was about 10 to 15 meters, and some of the trees had 20 to 35 meters of height. The leaves of the trees were black in color, like the trunk of them.

The smell was a little bit weird but not mind-numbing. It was tolerable but just weird for even Skraal himself.

The sky was completely different on the side of the "Dark Clouds Woods" compared to the grey sky that is prominent through the Green Plains of Laria; the sky and clouds on the region of the Dark Clouds were completely black.

Skraal knew that if it was dark, normal humans or beings would have no chance to see inside the Dark Clouds Woods.

Before Skraal entered, he looked at his side and smiled. He then started using "necromancy"  to create a creature from scratch.