All Chapters of World Of Darkness: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Viktor didn't need notebooks or hours of preparation to cast spells in the mausoleum. Theodria drew the power of death from this place, and Viktor could do the same. But there was no question as to what the strongest will was there. Viktor could still feel the evil presence of the Tomb Raider that lingered on the periphery of being aware of him. There was no time to lose. Viktor had to act fast while Theodria was still stunned from the impact of his initial assault. Viktor, the dark magician, cast a spell using as fuel the negative energy that he had absorbed along with his own inner mana, combining both energies to use black magic, to use Necromancy. "[Reanimate the dead]" Hot, sticky blood gushed out of Viktor's nose as the dark power gathering behind his eyes shot out with a second spell. The bitter taste of black bile filled her mouth and she doubled over at the waist in excruciating searing pain

The old man succumbed to a terrible death, there was nothing the surgeon or the priest could do to prevent it. They took turns fluffing the sweat-soaked pillows on which the old man lay, and they toiled with candle stubs and curtains to ward off shadows and prevent drafts, but the bedroom was still chilly nonetheless.   Where there should have been a roaring fire, the stacked logs and thin branches remained unlit. The two men lit herbs so that the smoke would protect them from noxious humors, and offered prayers of benevolence to the six great gods of the Sextet Pantheon. None of this changed things in the least.   Count Victor Drake was dying.   They both knew it, and worse still, he knew it.   That is why they were by his side; they had come to watch over him.   His lower lip hung limp, and a trickle of saliva trickled down his chin. Victor wiped it away with the back of his fr

"I offer you my humble respects, Earl Drake." The man's accent was particularly strong; it was obvious that he was a foreigner. Imperial, perhaps, or farther west, Leom thought, trying to place it. "And you, fair lady," he added as he turned to Shandri, "you are lovely. A beautiful rose between these two withered thorns. " The woman's face lit up at the simple compliment. A lopsided smile crept to her lips and she bowed gracefully without taking her gaze from the man's eyes. And what eyes did she have! They were of animal intensity, loaded with nameless appetites. She was swallowed up by that gaze and willingly surrendered to the sensation. The man had power and was not averse to exploiting it. A slow predatory smile appeared on her face. Shandri felt a force draw her toward the newcomer. It was a subtle but compelling sensation. She took a step toward him. "Stop staring at him, woman, he's very unse

The operation was progressing smoothly, although the details of the mission were vague, the objectives were clear; collect information about the human nation called Kingdom of Lothal. As Azrael thought about the direction of the operation, he noticed a man walking towards him. "Having to leave at this time must be a difficult decision for you ..." The man who spoke to Azrael was in his forties and fifties, clean-shaven and with black hair streaked with white streaks. Perhaps due to his age and his extravagant eating habits, he had a large belly. He was tastefully dressed, his elegant clothes spoke of a man of a high position. "Are you Mr. Bryman?" Azrael nodded slightly as he greeted him, but the man was quick to stop such a gesture. "Ah, you don't need to be so polite." His name was Thomas Bryman and he was a fairly

Donn started running toward the lower part of town. The city of Riverheim was built at the junction of two rivers, whose flow merged into a new great river which extended from Riverland to the west coast of the Kingdom of Lothal, in Sealand. Due to the conflagration of the Y-shaped river, the city of Riverheim was divided into three main sectors; to the north was the commercial sector, where most of the artisans and middle-class bourgeois population were found; To the south was the Aristocratic Sector, although it had such a pompous name, in reality there were also the headquarters of the guilds, the cathedral of the quartet and the central church in the Duchy of Riverland of the Six Gods, although separated from the public and only available to a few, was the Villa Noble that covered the entire western area of ​​the sector; To the East the popular sector was located, ignoring the beautiful name, that was the place where the poor neighborhoods were, that being t