Disregard Life (Ch.682)

'What was the name given to it then? What was it? What was it?' A spectral voice asked anxiously.

'Blood magic…so it was named by the dark lord. But alas, the art is long lost…along with the blood of a dozen dragons used to forge the art. I would say, it is indeed a pity…it was as glorious as necromancy.' A second spectral voice bemoaned.

'I would not be so assured in that. Blood magic is but one of the many lost dark arts.' The third asserted.

And then, as it always did, the bickering ensued and it would carry on for quite sometime.

Xenon's brows furrowed and he clenched and unclenched his fists, pacing across the room restlessly and he had been at it for quite sometime already, but he still could not center his thoughts.

It had been days, too many days and the voices in his head had not relented even one bit. They only seemed to be growing louder and more persistent.