Game on, Necromancer!

“Feeling guilty for all that happened, I decided to help Zana do whatever it was that she did.”

‘So, you’re the sister that allowed their sister to get bullied because you didn’t want to feel left out? You’re the kind of sick animal I hate most.’

I told her and stood up.

‘Get up, Ulva. We’re going back home.’

She stood up and walked ahead of me.

“Please! I beg of you! I stood by to let her get bullied the first time. I do not wish the same events to happen this time round!”

I saw her prostrating herself, but I didn’t stop to take what she was taking seriously. I really didn’t want to abandon Zana after hearing her story. That was exactly why her sister told it to me. So, I would feel guilty about leaving her to die in a fight. Still, tricking me to come fight a necromancer with the lives of hundreds of people who looked up to me for protection on the line? That was way more vexing.