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Heretic Mage: Rise of the Dark God’s Necromancer

Death. Servitude. Submission. That was all Morne had known for the past eight years. Everything he had known and loved had been taken from him, and it was his fate to be a slave, passed around from master to master like a disgusting disease no one wanted but everyone received. Soon after, a demon with a tantalizing promise appeared. "I’m here to Anoint you," the demon whispered. "My lord, Jiklok, has deemed you a mortal worth keeping an eye on. And I have another offer as well." The demon offered Morne a path to the power he had lacked in life, a way to seize his own destiny. Necromancy. The things he asked for in exchange seemed... small in comparison. Using his newfound necromantic powers, Morne would inflict on those who did him wrong all he had suffered and more. Those who had destroyed his village would be slaughtered beneath waves of undead, those masters who had sold and traded him like cheap wares would be forever bound to Morne's service, just as they had bound him. He would be his own master. Death. Servitude. Submission. ...... No MC harems are to be found here. If you need that kind of stuff in a story, you won't like this. Currently dropped. If you like this book, consider checking out my other ongoing book. It's called "Crown of Nightmares: Banished to Hell For My Bloodline!"

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Been Before

The way the silver clouds glowed in the night sky was mesmerizing, like a miniature aroura borealis. Only these clouds were far from just a pretty sight.

The glowing, pure silver brightened as time went on, becoming a stark, blazing gold that lit up the night sky to the point shadows were cast on the ground below. This time, the soldiers below didn't stop to admire the view, putting their all into cutting down the other side.

So while the sight was immensely beautiful, only the archers, the Dryad, and the humans saw it. And since only they saw it, only they were able to notice the problem.

"Are they… falling?" Essenla asked.

Morne squinted. "They are."

It was hard to notice with the way the smokescreens flowed around the mutants' forms, but the mutants were losing altitude at around a few feet a minute.