Under this small fickle light on an arrow I had been storing all the magic through these books that I could. Was there a limit to how much I could learn I did not know but the spells running through had grown more and more? This place was like a treasure trove, one without the slightest bit of disturbance. Mangrala, had ended up even serving me well. Knowledge of deep and dark necromancy that had long been lost to me was here. Some of these spells I would not be able to muster half the strength to use them or summon them. I gauged through some of the listing I had so far.
Summon Skeleton I
Demonic touch I
Dread I
Inflict Wound
Speak with the Dead
Raise Dead
Vampiric touch
Still I hadn’t found what I wanted. The slightest touch on a shelf had made the entire thing crumbled.
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