Chapter Seventeen:Conflicted—that was the best word to describe her feelings. While traveling underground felt strange, she didn’t mind it. In ways, the salt mines reminded her of the Labyrinth. All it missed was the death. Years ago, she’d spent a great deal of time exploring the lower reaches of Lilliehaven in search of power. In the end, she mostly found the pain and death of others—fertile grounds for any Necromancer to till.
Her life was mostly perfect, as much as a mage with the last name of Death-Maker could be, that is, until she ran into another much older Necromancer by the name of Mel’ock. It was the chance meeting decades ago that her world started to unravel.
In the dark of the tunnel, she cursed the Wu and Genke clans, in fact, all the peoples of the Zonogon empire. In her
