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It had been months since your encounter with the now deceased and dry as the desert orc. His **** became a panic as many students and some staff begin to believe there was a druiuan on the academy grounds, the soul devouring creatures had no comparison to your power but nobody would know that. The investigation closed and everything went back to smooth and normal... well as normal as possible.

Your powers are of a strange feeling from day to day since that day, some days are full of fire and vigor and while others make you feel cold and dark, your powers follow the feeling. Your ability for **** and undeath grow frighteningly fast ever passing day, reanimation and corruption are far behind you and your subtle escapades to the archives for darker material has always gone unnoticed. Many of the other students begin to fully realize your potential and what the Way had for you and they begin to move out of the way. Many of them try to help you put with small things to get on your good side, an assistant there, a shoulder rub here, a cock sleeve to fuck without mercy one in a while, the good things. Some others still don't see your destiny but do not fret, they will all soon bow to you if you so please.

Today is a new day for the teachings, Mortis believes and annoying berates the students constantly about "seeing beyond". Such rants were confusing and unfounded, sounding of insanity even in such a place as the one you're in. Today was different from the beginning, walking in to the classroom you begin to notice the dropping temperature in the room even as more bodies begin to occupy it. As everyone finally filed in Mortis revealed himself from the shadows in the corner of the room, even though they were no larger than box.

He almost slithers in between the desks as he observes all the students that are left, 3 already dead and reanimated walking around mindlessly somewhere on the grounds. "The world we see is not the one that is", he begins cryptically, "life and **** are closely intertwined and one is the other when you see". He walks towards the center of the room and stops there, his eyes then glowed with a sickly blue light, his pale white skin almost luminescent now. "Look beyond what life shows you, and see what is through the veil. Feel your life and mana and give them vision." His bright glows ends suddenly giving a glare to the class.

You do as he says, reaching deep in meditation you search for your center, finding the core of you. The light in you is a strange one, a shadow swirls around it, rays of gold stream through once in a while but it calls to you all the same. Pulling to yourself inside yourself is confusing but letting your mana have it's flow helps, what you see is what you guess is "beyond".

The once dark room lit only by a few torches is now filled with the same sickly blue glow as from Mortis. The world around you reels from your view and the room slows to a crawl, the students all inch at a time, time is obviously being affected. Everyone has their center glowing bright, most likely from trying to see beyond except the unsurprising black core that Mortis is the master of, the swirling black mass pulstates every few seconds. Everything looks as if it's out of focus, things not moving or moving too much, pushing more power into what you see brings something forward.

Many of the students have what you can easily assume are spirits looking over them. A scruffy boy in the front has a man and woman both standing over watching him, smiling slighlty, an elf in the back has a dwarf watching over her holding a war hammer larger than you, seemingly protecting her. The Dark ranger in the center of the room is the more interesting one out of all of them. The Dark elf looks around in an expecting way like she's looking for someone specific until she locks eyes with. The speed and grace which allows her to quickly cross the room is almost forgettable to the fact she's just passing through everything. The fact she doesn't go through the floor distracts you to the point that she's already in front of you kneeling and looking up with the same look of expectance as before.

Gods above isn't life magical when they just come to you themselves and willingly kneel?