The Bloodstained Lands

"Although I gave you the duel you wished for, you are still a necromancer…” Zendrall’s expression dimmed at Richard’s initial words, but what followed reignited his hope, “However, I can consider giving you a chance. After all, a level 12 great mage is worthy of respect. But know this: before I make my final decision, you are my captive. I hope that as a necromancer you remain as noble as any other mage. I’m taking a huge risk here, if you try to escape or attack…”

Zendrall didn’t care about the pain all over his body, straightening up as he spoke proudly, “In terms of magic, I am no worse than a great mage. Furthermore, my pride and dignity are even greater than those of mages who have been corrupted by mortal pleasures! I swear in the name of...