There’s more work and more work. Once I became one of those who purify the city, too much fell on my shoulders. The Moon, the Arc, Sarah… And no, this isn’t my harem of beauties. Unfortunately, it’s much worse.
Every step I take triggers dozens of consequences. But now I can’t back down. The accursed enemy decided to laugh. How sad that I don’t share his joy, because I’m gathering souls and building up my old strength.
The necromancer is back…