The Necromancer paced in the dark chamber he called home. He'd tried decorating the place with anything that looked like it could be some old relic but then, he remembered that he won't really be having a lot of visitors, so, what was the point?
But right now, his mind wasn't on the interior decorations but on the public manhunt for Ezra Matten had taken the city by storm. With the way things were going, it was only a matter of time before Solomon's wide-reaching influence would corner Ezra.
The Necromancer knew he couldn't afford to let that happen. He needed time and space to find Ezra for himself, and if the whole city was looking for him, his own search would be hampered.
No, the manhunt had to end.
His lips twisted into a cruel smile as an idea began to form.
