Rise of the Necromancer: A LitRPG Series by Deck Davis

Author:Deck Davis [Davis, Deck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-11T22:00:00+00:00

The sun rose and set on his seventh and eighth days, giving Jakub nothing and taking everything he had. He searched as long as he could, gaining six hours on day seven, seven hours on day eight.

He felt different when the morning sun of day nine met his eyes. He felt empty. Devoid of soul, nothing inside him to make him go. Thinking about getting up for another say of fruitless travel seemed impossible, and actually getting up even more so.

He could smell death lurking, but he wasn’t ready to go with it yet. A necromancer was a great prize for Death, and that was why death never rushed things. He did it properly, waiting for his chance. You rarely heard of a necromancer dying near Dispolis, because Death knew that was close enough for his body to be taken to the academy, where a master necromancer might resurrect him.

But out here, where the jackrabbits and kit foxes and the rats and the squirrels had no idea what an academy was, much less where it was?

Out here was the perfect place for a necromancer to die.

If Jakub died out here, there wasn’t a moon’s chance that a master necromancer could make it here to claim his body and perform a resurrection. Right now, Jakub was a prize beyond reckoning for Death.

He wouldn’t let him have it yet. Lacking the strength to get up, he hooked his arm around Ben’s neck.

“Stand up,” he told him, keeping as strong a grip as he could. As Ben straightened so did Jakub, and he leaned on his friend and hoped standing would let his blood rush to his legs and let him stay up for a while.

He looked around. His vision was foggy, as though the burning, wavy horizon was close for him to grab it. He blinked once, twice, and his vision rightened for a minute or two, but not longer. Just as his eyes were struggling so was his mind, and his thoughts were sluggish now.

Hooking his arm around Ben he walked, human and bison matching steps, Ben going slowly enough that Jakub could let him bear his weight. Every walk in the desert seemed slow because everything looked the same but this walk seemed slower than the rest. Held back by his fatigue, Jakub took the steps of a life-weary old man, and each one felt like one more toward death.

He passed rock piles that his mind tricked him into believing had been placed in certain shapes by human hands. He never saw the hands that placed them.

Next, he saw cacti with their leaves plump and ridged. He cut one, tore it, and sucked at the insides but they weren’t as succulent on his tongue as he hoped.

The sun watched him on his march of death. It was still early for it, it wasn’t ready to blast the desert with its true heat yet, and he felt it watch him walk, then stumble, then almost crawl his way through the desert.

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