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Through the crumbled wall seeped a chilling aura of death energy, thick and oppressive. From the shadows emerged a man shrouded in swirling black currents. It was Detzras, the necromancer. His piercing gaze swept the interior of the hall before an awkward expression dawned on his face.
“…How did they know?”
Karnak, Varos, and Serati stood unharmed across the room. They were completely unscathed by the earlier explosion. Despite the magnitude of the blast, they were without a speck of dust on them. They had evaded it with precision, which would have been impossible unless they knew it was coming. Detzras couldn’t understand it.
“I was certain they were using soul summoning…” he muttered.
When channeling necromancy, a caster’s ability to detect external threats was significantly diminished. Detzras had deliberately timed his attack to coincide with their interrogation. Yet, they had somehow taken notice and reacted.
Karnak smiled faintly. “Your timing was good.”
In truth, Karnak’s sensory perception had indeed dulled during the interrogation. But even when his senses were dulled, Karnak possessed awareness far beyond most necromancers. As the former Monarch of Death, he could sense the concentration of necrotic energy gathering across the hall as if he were watching it with his own eyes. Evading and preparing for the attack had...
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