Fallen Necromancy

The Prince paled at the sudden thought of inheriting the fallen memories of those he felled in battle, so much so nightmares would often find him, stirring him away covered in a night sweat. Yet, despite a month passing, he had not received a notification about Kirr or Dillian's soul being assimilated. 

"I was careless. And too focused on training." He told himself, promising such a thing would never occur. Not under his watch again. "I can't trust the system to notify me anymore. Fail me once, and you'll fail me again." Altair sucked in a deep breath as the Eye of Sacrilege shimmered. He opened his palm as an obsidian aura began to bleed into the material realm. Darker than even the abyss around them, the Obsidian Mana glowed.