Chapter 223: An Orb(P2)

The presence of Necromancy other than mine is a stark reminder of the fact that I'm not the first Necromancy to walk the earth of this world. And perhaps I won't be the last.

My mind reels with questions, each one of them unanswerable and yet I ask them all the same. The Shaman grunts and growls at me as I scream my interrogation in its face, it's useless.

The Shaman is far too primitive to understand the workings of magic this complex. Why do I say so? Well because I can't understand it either. What sort of magic is applied to contain a soul?

Even with a beautiful example in my hand now, I doubt I'll be able to recreate it even if I halted all the other things that demand my attention, like the war against the March, against this Kingdom.