[You have gained a mysterious skill (???-tier). You cannot find out what it is until you use it.]0

[You can use it after exiting Xantimur’s lair.]0

The system gave Crockta a cryptic skill and refused to tell him the name of the skill until he left the lair.0

“It’s impressive that you have defeated all of my guardians. Most can’t make it to the middle and run away in fright,” said Xantimur.0

After Xantimur revealed their actual location, Crockta felt immense power coming from him. Xantimur had the majestic air of a dragon that would make most creatures tremble in fear just from standing face-to-face with him.0

“Are you a dragon?” asked Anor.1

Xantimur had all of the traits of a dragon. He had powerful magic that could change the appearance of their location in an instant, used terms like ‘lair’ and ‘guardian,’ and had a striking presence.0

Xantimur nodded and answered, “That’s right, you who have inherited the blood of a necromancer.”0

“…!”0

“Necromancers have existed since ancient times and descended from the bloodline of gods. I haven’t seen such thick necromancer blood in recent times,” said Xantimur as he placed his hand on Anor’s head.0

Although Xantimur had the face of a young man, they could sense his wisdom from living through the ages.0

Xantimur grinned and remarked, “You should be proud of yourself.”0

Anor’s eyes grew wide in shock. He had hidden and been embarrassed of his necromancy power his whole life because others were fearful of such powers. Even his mother who had passed down her necromancy to him had sealed her power and kept it hidden from others. Yet, this powerful dragon was telling him to be proud of it.0

"Connecting the living and the dead is a power that wasn’t granted to mortal beings. However, an ancient deity pitied humans because they suffer from endless farewells throughout...2