Deus Necros

“Now that your body is working properly, let’s get you acclimated to more spells you can learn,” Van Dijk said, his voice crisp as he led Ludwig back toward his study.

The winding corridors of the Black Tower felt eerily quiet, the walls lined with bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the vaulted ceiling. Occasional whispers of mana could be felt, residual traces of ancient spells that had once been cast in this arcane haven. Ludwig followed closely, his mind spinning with questions about his newfound abilities and the enigmatic man guiding him.

Van Dijk’s study, as always, was a blend of chaos and methodical precision. The scent of old parchment and ink mixed with the faint tang of alchemical reagents. Various tomes were stacked in precarious towers around the room, while the centerpiece—a grand ebony desk—remained immaculately organized. Van Dijk moved with purpose, scanning the shelves and muttering to himself as he selected several books.

“For now, start with these,” he said, handing Ludwig five worn volumes. The covers were unadorned, save for faint markings that suggested age and importance. “They should align with your current level of understanding. Perhaps they’ll also assist with your… other hobby.”

Ludwig’s curiosity was piqued as he took the books, examining them closely. “Are these Skill Books?” he asked.

Van Dijk gave him a look that was equal parts disdain and amusement. “No self-respecting mage would ever rely on Skill Books,” he said, his tone sharp. “Skill Books are the fast food of magic—degraded spells stripped of their essence and compressed into a hollow form for the lazy and desperate. These,” he tapped the stack of books with a finger, “are true spells, recorded by those who understand their craft.”

Ludwig nodded, understanding the gravity of the gift but still caught off guard by Van Dijk’s vehemence.

Van Dijk continued, his voice softening slightly. “If you can grasp the concepts within these tomes, you’ll gain more than just spells. You’ll gain insight into the art itself. However,” he added, his tone turning serious, “don’t overfill your cup. Learn what you need, what you deem necessary—and, just as importantly, learn what you can discard when the time comes.”

The cryptic remark left Ludwig puzzled, but he didn’t question it further. The allure of five potential spells was too great, and he quickly stored the books in the enchanted ring Van Dijk had given him.

“Go back to your dorm,” Van Dijk said, returning to his desk and pulling a much older, more tattered book from a hidden drawer. “If Olim inquires about your arm, tell him I fixed it. There was no need for the infirmary.”

Ludwig lingered for a moment, his gaze drawn to the ancient book in Van Dijk’s hands. Unlike the polished volumes on the shelves, this one was frayed, its leather cover cracked and its edges weathered. Yet it seemed to emanate an almost magnetic pull.

Van Dijk noticed his hesitation and shot him a sharp look. “What are you still doing here?”

“Ah, my bad,” Ludwig stammered, turning on his heel and scurrying out of the room.

Some Time Later

Ludwig returned to his dormitory, the five books spread out on the small, creaky desk before him. Their titles glinted faintly in the dim light:

[Enfeeble][Galvanize][Taint][Flame Bringer][Frenzied Spirits]

The lack of authorship intrigued him. Each book had a similar style of writing, as though penned by the same person. Could they be Van Dijk’s personal creations? The thought sent a thrill through him.

He decided to start with [Enfeeble].

[Enfeeble] {Sigil}

The opening pages of the tome were dense with diagrams and symbols, each meticulously annotated. The sigil was intricate, its curves and lines speaking of a dark, ancient art. Ludwig’s brow furrowed as he read:

“In matters of curses and hexes, the most loathed are sigil curses. [Enfeeble] dances on the line of immoral and forbidden, creating an area of influence that saps strength and dulls abilities. Any who step within the sigil’s bounds will find their power reduced—spells weakened, bodies slowed, minds dulled. It is not a permanent curse but a fleeting one, fading with time or distance from the sigil’s locus.”

The book delved deeply into the mechanics of sigil creation, explaining the purpose behind every rune and line. It wasn’t just about copying the sigil—it was about understanding its language. Ludwig found himself immersed, his mind piecing together the logic behind each stroke.

Two hours later, the sigil was seared into his memory. His fingers twitched as though tracing its outline, and the runic language felt like second nature.

{You have learned the Spell [Enfeeble]}

{Your mastery over the Spell [Enfeeble] has grown to [Amateur]}

{You have learned 2/2 spells.}

Ludwig frowned at the notification. His spell slots were full, yet the quest from earlier suggested he could overcome this limit. For now, he resisted the urge to test [Enfeeble], knowing it might draw unwanted attention.

He turned to the second book: [Galvanize].

[Galvanize]

The text opened with a bold claim:

“All bodies have limits. Yet, with the right application of mana, those limits can be shattered, if only briefly.”

[Galvanize] was a self-enhancement spell, pushing the body beyond its natural constraints. It detailed how mana could be channeled into muscles and nerves, forcing them to exceed their limits. The potential was enticing—enhanced speed, strength, and even cognitive function. However, the cost was steep: rapid stamina depletion and potential strain on the user’s body.

For someone alive, that cost might be fatal. Ludwig, however, was not alive.

He read on, fascinated by the meticulous instructions. The spell demanded constant mana control, something Ludwig knew he lacked. Still, he couldn’t resist imagining the possibilities.

{You have learned the Spell [Galvanize]}

Surprise flickered across Ludwig’s face. He had no blood or muscles, yet the system registered the spell. Was his skeletal form adaptable in ways he didn’t yet understand? The thought excited him.

[Quest Progress: 2/3 Spells Learned]

Ludwig glanced at the remaining books. The prospect of learning even more spells spurred him on. He cracked his knuckles—or what passed for them—and prepared to delve deeper. The night was young, and the promise of power lay waiting within the pages.