If an Elder loved ice, he could have a frost mountain. If another loved herbs and Alchemy, they could have a mountain perfect for growing herbs.
The Demon Sect was like a small world in itself, under the bright sky. Meanwhile the Necromancer Tower was an enclosed space, which felt suffocating for people who could never imagine living in a place like this.
Living in the Necromancer Tower felt like living inside a prison, where you could move freely. However, it lacked a certain lively character.
The Hero Academy was also similar to this place, but it was still a thousand times better.
Zia agreed with Eren. She was about to speak when she heard the sound of footsteps.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" A loud shout came from the distance. However, merely a fraction of a second had passed before a dagger passed through the Necromancer's chest.
A slender woman grabbed his face, ripping his head apart and tossing it away.
