Chapter: 677
�Mm.�
Cale could imagine what it was like, as well as how Mary had become a necromancer. He then started to speak.
�That must have been where you found Miss Mary.�
She was found in the Land of Death with twenty times the normal amount of dead mana, when even the smallest amount would be deadly for humans.
�Yes. She had absorbed a significant amount of dead mana by the time we found her.�
�But she managed to survive?�
Shawn tried to answer, but someone else answered first. It was Mary.
�Yes. I managed to survive, even though it was extremely painful.�
Cale could not sense any emotion in Mary even though she was saying it was painful.
�It felt like all of my veins were popping. In order to survive, I needed to learn to control the dead mana while dealing with the intense pain going through my body. When given with the options of being a Black Mage or a Necromancer, I chose to become a Necromancer.�
The 10-year-old Mary needed to become a necromancer in order to survive.
�That is why I am happy that I am in less pain.�
Tasha lowered her head like it was difficult to listen further.
In less pain. Mary phrased it like this because necromancers lived a life of pain for absorbing dead mana that god did not allow for humans.
�However, I have no memories of my life before that.�
Cale now understood what she meant when she said running away into the desert was all that she remembered.
�I was running across the desert. My family members started to fall one by one behind me, but I continued to run. That is the only thing I remember. I don�t remember where I used to live, nor even the faces of my family members.�
Mary remembered just one thing.
�Mary, keep running! Don�t look back, just run!�
She only remembered her mom�s voice and the feeling of the sand underneath her feet as she continued to run. She was only able to remember her name thanks to her mother�s voice.
�I have been in pain, but I have been happy and very thankful.�
The emotionless voice continued to speak.
Mary was happy and thankful to be here in the City of Death, no, the City of Life. She was also thankful for Obante, who was trying to keep her in the city, as well as Shawn and Tasha, who had saved her and continued to look after her for the past 15 years.
However, she heard her mom�s voice every night. JrNovels.com
Cale could imagine what it was like, as well as how Mary had become a necromancer. He then started to speak.
�That must have been where you found Miss Mary.�
She was found in the Land of Death with twenty times the normal amount of dead mana, when even the smallest amount would be deadly for humans.
�Yes. She had absorbed a significant amount of dead mana by the time we found her.�
�But she managed to survive?�
Shawn tried to answer, but someone else answered first. It was Mary.
�Yes. I managed to survive, even though it was extremely painful.�
Cale could not sense any emotion in Mary even though she was saying it was painful.
�It felt like all of my veins were popping. In order to survive, I needed to learn to control the dead mana while dealing with the intense pain going through my body. When given with the options of being a Black Mage or a Necromancer, I chose to become a Necromancer.�
The 10-year-old Mary needed to become a necromancer in order to survive.
�That is why I am happy that I am in less pain.�
Tasha lowered her head like it was difficult to listen further.
In less pain. Mary phrased it like this because necromancers lived a life of pain for absorbing dead mana that god did not allow for humans.
�However, I have no memories of my life before that.�
Cale now understood what she meant when she said running away into the desert was all that she remembered.
�I was running across the desert. My family members started to fall one by one behind me, but I continued to run. That is the only thing I remember. I don�t remember where I used to live, nor even the faces of my family members.�
Mary remembered just one thing.
�Mary, keep running! Don�t look back, just run!�
She only remembered her mom�s voice and the feeling of the sand underneath her feet as she continued to run. She was only able to remember her name thanks to her mother�s voice.
�I have been in pain, but I have been happy and very thankful.�
The emotionless voice continued to speak.
Mary was happy and thankful to be here in the City of Death, no, the City of Life. She was also thankful for Obante, who was trying to keep her in the city, as well as Shawn and Tasha, who had saved her and continued to look after her for the past 15 years.
However, she heard her mom�s voice every night. JrNovels.com
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