Death was often associated with evil, treated as though it were inherently bad.
But it wasn't.
To put it simply,
it was just another part of life.
All things eventually came to an end.
Even immortality was a fallacy—
unless, of course, one was a true god.
Of course, such lofty philosophy was far from Michael's current understanding.
Even as a Necromancer, he still viewed death as a bad thing.
A true practitioner of death would embrace it fully.
Then again, that was a true practitioner.
Anyone could practice something and excel at it, but grasping its true essence was rare.
Without systematic training or mentorship, almost everything Michael knew about the supernatural was self-taught.
Even now, he wasn't certain if "death energy" was the correct term, but sensing the familiar aura between him and those two men made it feel appropriate.