Chapter 6: cap 6 - Necromancer
The great black gates opened, a sinister aura began to appear emanating from the black expanse, it was the second moment that Elyse felt the presence of death near her. Trying to dispel his fears, he entered the dark corridor where the only sense that could be used was hearing. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her shoes hitting the floor, she didn't see anything, just a feeling of light from her hands touching her body, even though she was very afraid, she kept going ahead in an imposing way, after all, she was the last of his family, he could not embarrass the name Bard.
After what felt like hours of walking under frightening pressure, she managed to reach a huge room. When at last his eyes began to get used to the light again, he realized that he was at the center of a kind of stage, everything was lit only by candlelight, most of the room was still dark.
Around Elysa were a series of men with iron-hard looks, and sharp as blades of celestial metal. At that moment Elysa knew she couldn't hide anything from them, they would soon be aware of her true age and even more aware of who she was, but that was more for the fears of a girl who was seeing a new world than truth since necromancers were not seers. And she appeared to be much older than she was after everything she'd been through, and her dyed black hair would never reveal who she really was.
After the shock passed, Elysa realized that those powerful necromancers knew she was too young but would not interfere, she was very skilled in reading her lips and found herself catching some lines. "She sure is a lot younger than the age of recruitment", "I wonder she managed to deal with that aura", "Let's see how far she can go", "Keep someone watching her so she doesn't get hurt very". She knew that because she didn't perform with a great status, it would be an experience for them to test their skills, after all, who cares if nobody ends up dead?
She even rebuked herself and forced herself to relax, first adjusting her breathing to look less nervous than she was, then slowing her heartbeat and repeating to herself, "Everything has been destroyed, my place is not in the past. It is in the future ". If he wanted to find himself worthy of being there, he needed to prove his worth. Elyse started to connect with the present situation, trying not to start creating speculation about everything that was going on, or it would consume all of her energy. After all, none of those men was omniscient to the point of knowing so much.
But she was also aware that it is not necessary to have the clairvoyance to deduce and connect the logical points and arrive at her true identity. Now her hair was no longer the ruby color that her family was famous for. The only thing that gave her away was her eyes, like icy blue as the embrace of death itself.-Candidate Elyse Spell, we are the high council necromancer and we are in charge of assessing your cognitive skills and your knowledge in necromancy. –Who spoke was the high minister of the necromancer council, he was one of the youngest necromancers to acquire before turning eighteen years old with a special class spirit. What was a memorable feat, Elyse had already read several books that cited her name. –Can we proceed with your assessment?
-Yes, sir. -For Elyse, it was difficult to keep the voice so steady mainly with the amount of energy that emanated from those bodies. They were so strong that when one made sudden movements Elyse could have sworn to see the air twist. Still, she went on with more confidence and with a safer voice - I'm ready.
-What is the difference between human warrior spirits and bestial spirits? -Who asked was a necromancer of about thirty who wore a black overcoat characteristic of the special class necromancer, at least thirty percent of those present had the same clothes others wore brown that marked classes below the special and no one wore the dark blue, used only by lower-class necromancers.
-The difference is very tenuous and imperceptible for some because the spirits of warriors can be invoked as well as the besties. However, to invoke a warrior spirit there does not need to be a contract, only that the necromancer links the soul to an artifact that is preferably an amulet, ring, or coin even though it is less usual. However, it is very risky, if the necromancer is not strong enough or if the spirit is distracted he can turn against him and kill him, especially if the spirit in question has a murderous nature. The bestial spirits are more specific and have a whole bureaucracy. First comes the contract that does not save you keeping in a moment of weakness the bestial spirit can also turn against you depending on the nature of it. Especially if the contract is forced, as it is with most High spiritist. It also has its specificity with the hired spirit that can only be invoked through the acquisition of a grimoire. Which are called keys and used to invoke bestial spirits. However, it is still not known how to invoke the four sacred bestial spirits, all attempts so far have proved to be failures ... -Elyse tried not to shed any tears and hide her sadness as much as possible, that the last statement made the eyes of many shine and even those who were indifferent to her presence looked at her more closely. - However, there are those who connect warrior spirits to your soul, which is forbidden, because the spirits can merge and the results can be catastrophic and even irreparable, in addition to having to commit murder as a fundamental requirement, because that is where the soul is fragmented and united to the necromancer who ...
-How do you know that! -Elyse panicked, the tone of voice came from one of the special classes. His eyes were emitting a fire with very great restrained anger. -This is a confidential matter girl, I will ask you only once. Who told you that?
That was enough to make the room a pandemonium. Everyone became hysterical and started a discussion where Elyse didn't need to read anyone's lips, that matter was classified and she didn't know. Elyse did not notice and ended up getting excited, that always happened when you lived with a butler who spoke little more than small sentences and she repeated everything she read without restraining herself. Soon his distraction was booked, and his family had the largest collection of necromancers outside the institution. She still didn't know what subjects she should be dealing with, now she had to police herself, especially regarding the knowledge acquired from the prohibited collection in her home library.
She mentally scolded herself and bit her tongue until she could taste the blood flooding her mouth, it was then that she stopped and started to manage the whirlwind of thoughts that were already driving her crazy. Yes, she had to screw it up with an audience. It was then that the high minister managed to regain control of the room and looked her straight in the eye.
{Hi guys, it's me, that one who knows everything! From here we will work on these four characters, as the story progresses others will be inserted. Remember, events are not temporal, each character is experiencing a flow of time, there will come a time when these flows will converge.}
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