Abe the Wizard

up over the last few millennia!”

As soon as he said that, he began to realize something.
This was exactly what he wanted.
He wanted death qi thick enough to last inside his druid spirit.
And now that he’s got the “full recovery potion” on him, he was feeling braver than ever to test the idea out.

Without further ado, he started channeling the death qi in the air into his druid spirit.
Obviously, the vitality energy inside was not going to allow that, so he had to be very fast to finish drawing his “command skeleton” spell rune.

He was fast enough to get it done.
Then, something unexpected started to happen.
As though having found a place to be, the death qi that was lurking inside the room started rushing into the spell rune he just drew.
At the same time, a skeleton symbol started to appear on the skill tree of his Horadric Cube.

With more death qi rushing into his spell rune, the level of his “command skeleton” spell started to increase exponentially.
By the way, if the world stone fragment didn’t give him the ability to process a huge amount of data at a time, he would’ve ignored this change immediately.
This was actually the first time that he’s ever paid attention to the change of his spell level.

Abel was starting to feel a bit hesitant.
Right now, a huge amount of death qi was rushing towards his druid spirit.
If things went out of control, his mind would most likely be in a very, very terrible state.

Obviously, he did have the option to cut off the death qi from entering into his head.
But, if he did that, he would’ve lost the chance to enhance his “command skeleton” spell at such a rapid pace.
Now, “command skeleton” was a passive spell, just like his “warm air” spell,” which he maxed his level at only recently.

If he cut off the death qi supply now, Abel would have to wait for at least two years.
That was two years before his spiritual guardian knights would reach their full potential.

In a room that was not far away from Abel, a wizard was sitting right inside his defensive circle.
He was trying to “exorcise” the death qi rolling around.
There was so much that they were starting to take shape in physical forms.
Sometimes, they would be men.
Sometimes, it’d be women.
It’d be elders and newborn babies, and they were all crying, screaming, praying, and singing songs of curses.

By creating a long whip with his power of the Will, the wizard lashed at these cursed creations.
Every time he did so, the death qi would start to reduce by a bit.
After doing so for six hours straight, hot sweat started pouring from this wizard’s face.
He didn’t know if he could last any longer, but he knew he couldn’t stop before dawn.

Yet, he started to sense that something was wrong.
The death qi was vanishing at a pace that was faster than the way he was attacking it.

“Not so much today, I guess,” the wizard murmured to himself as he rushed his attacks.
Soon, the death qi became so weak that the Miracle Wall could handle it all.
He took a long breath as he readied himself for the sleep that he didn’t expect to have.

Back to Abel.
Since he was absorbing all the death qi inside his head, all the negative, terrifying aura was being eliminated in the seconds.
Of course, he was the only one who was daring enough to do something like.
No sane man would try to direct death qi right into his own head.

After six hours, all the unfiltered death qi went into Abel’s “command skeleton” rune pattern.
It all became the feed for his new-gained skill.

Even the orc priests would’ve never tried something like this.
The death qi was an extremely dangerous force.
If it became more than what its user could handle, that user might turn into a death creature.

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