Necromancer Of The Shadows

In a room covered with pale blue ice, a beastly figure—resembling a yeti—lay still, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the beast opened his eyes as if he had sensed something. His deep blue eyes, glowing faintly, turned toward the icy wall beside him. He stared at it for several seconds in silence before standing up and making his way toward the exit.

Stepping out of the room, the beast entered a long, frozen corridor and walked toward the room adjacent to his own.

The door to this room was made of thick ice, radiating an intense bone chilling cold.

Without hesitation, Winterclaw placed his clawed hand against the door and stood quietly, waiting.

A few seconds later, a clicking sound echoed from within and the door unlocked. Find adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

Winterclaw pushed it open and stepped inside. A frigid wind rushed out to greet him, its icy touch scattering frost across his snow white fur. Yet, his expression remained unchanged, unfazed by the bitter cold.

He closed the door behind him, sealing the icy wind inside.

“How are your injuries?” He asked in a calm voice, his gaze fixed on the white haired man seated atop a two meter high platform of ice.

The man’s legs hung over the edge, his body surrounded by the cold winds of the chamber. These winds spun around the man, slowly seeping into his body as if they were part of him.

The man had silver-colored pupils, and the sclera of his eyes was a dark, inky black. His pointed ears bore golden earrings, each adorned with a pale blue gemstone. There was no discernible aura around him, as if he were an ordinary man—yet the air itself seemed to shift around him, responding to his presence.

“It’s fine,” Mythrenor said in a low voice before effortlessly jumping down from the platform. The icy wind that had enveloped him scattered in all directions, pushed away by an invisible force. He shook off the frost clinging to his white hair and turned to Winterclaw.

“I have lost track of her,” Winterclaw said, his voice heavy with frustration. “A few days ago, I felt her presence in Utopia, but soon after, I could no longer sense her. It was as if she had disappeared from the world entirely.”

Mythrenor raised his head, his silver eyes calm as they met Winterclaw’s.

“You and she were born from the same source,” He said. “Normally, it should be impossible for you to lose your connection to her while both of you are in the same plane. The only explanation is that someone with an extraordinarily powerful stealth ability has hidden her.”

“Anastasia?” Winterclaw asked, though his deep blue eyes were filled with certainty rather than doubt.

“Who else but her?” Mythrenor replied, shaking his head. “After that guy destroyed my essence clone on Earth, he must have taken her back to Utopia and enlisted Anastasia’s help to hide her location.”

Winterclaw’s beastly face darkened at Mythrenor’s words, his icy blue eyes gleaming with a deadly light.

“Does that mean he knows about her origin?” He asked, his voice grave. “And my connection to her?”

“It would be strange if he did not,” Mythrenor said. “She must have regained some of her memories and told him. And given that you sent people after her, it would not be hard for him to figure everything out.”

Winterclaw’s expression became increasingly grim. A dangerous coldness flashed through his gaze.

“If he brought her back and needed Anastasia’s help, that must mean he took her to the Shadow Realm, right? That woman is there—if he wanted her assistance, he would have had to go there.”

But Mythrenor shook his head.

“Before coming here, I left behind several methods to detect his return to the Shadow Realm but none of them were triggered,” He said. “That means he never went back.”

Winterclaw frowned. “If he never returned to the Shadow Realm, then how did that wretched woman manage to hide her location?”

Mythrenor gave Winterclaw a long, unimpressed look, as if questioning whether he was truly that dense or merely pretending to be.

“What?” Winterclaw snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Mythrenor sighed before responding in a calm, even tone. “If he did not return to the Shadow Realm but Anastasia was still able to help him, then the answer is obvious—Anastasia is no longer in the Shadow Realm. She left long ago, and the one maintaining the Shadow Realm in her absence must be her essence clone.”

Winterclaw’s eyes widened in shock, but his surprise quickly gave way to cold calculation.

“If it is only her essence clone in the Shadow Realm…” He said, his voice filled with eager anticipation, “Shouldn’t we take advantage of this and launch an attack?”

“If you wish to die, go ahead,” Mythrenor said flatly, his expression unchanging. “The Shadow Realm is under her control. Challenging a powerful enemy within their own domain is nothing short of suicidal. And besides… do you really think that man wouldn’t have left behind a contingency plan in case someone tried to attack his territory?”

Winterclaw’s expression darkened, but he couldn’t deny the truth in Mythrenor’s words. He clenched his clawed fists but remained silent.

Mythrenor observed his reaction but said nothing more. In truth, he wanted to tell Winterclaw that even if Anastasia’s presence in the Shadow Realm was only an essence clone carrying around only eighty percent of her original power, she could still annihilate him with ease the moment he stepped inside.

“We should wait and observe,” Mythrenor finally said, changing the subject as he turned and walked toward the exit.

“If he knows the truth about that girl, then sooner or later, he will come for you.”

As he stepped out of the icy room, his figure gradually faded, becoming more and more transparent. Within seconds, he had vanished completely—his final words lingering in the freezing air.

“When he makes his move against you, we will seize the moment and end everything in one strike.”