Reborn with a Necromancer System
Chapter 127: Separation

Chapter 127: Separation

The wind screamed past Kai’s ears as the wyvern soared above the clouds, its wings slicing through the sky like blades. Kleo clung tightly to his waist, her arms trembling from more than just a simple fear of heights. The scale of what they’d just done hadn’t fully caught up to her, but it was crashing down fast on Kai.

Even with the adrenaline still pumping through him, he could feel it: the gaze.

Not a mortal stare, but something far greater. Something eternal. Like that of Demeris or Cladeus, but magnified tenfold.

It felt like he stepped somewhere forbidden, and the world paused to acknowledge his mistake.

A divine glance.

And it brushed across him.

’They noticed. Of course they did.’

They crossed the distance between the grotto and the citadel in just under two hours. Kai pushed the wyvern to its limit without it giving so much as a groan of protest. If it were living, it may have failed its task. Kai rubbed its scaled neck once they descended, silently grateful.

He dropped near the edge of a forest, the same one he used to practice in when he first arrived at the academy. It felt like a lifetime ago. Back when he still thought he could hide in plain sight.

’There’s no plain sight for a necromancer.’

Kleo hopped off with a graceless thump, collapsing against a tree with a deep exhale.

Her voice was quiet, hesitant. "Why did we run so fast? You didn’t say anything. You just grabbed me and-"

Kai turned away from the wyvern and pulled the hood of his cloak low over his eyes.

"Because," he said flatly, "I did something dangerous."

Kleo blinked at him, her lips parting, confused. "You do dangerous things all the time. That’s just who you are."

He sighed. "Not like this. Raising that many undead... that powerful... that far from any major city? Rats in a city were nothing. This, though... It called to them. It revealed me to them. To the gods. They noticed. And divine attention is the last thing I need."

Her eyes widened slightly. "...So that warm, fuzzy feeling... that was-?"

’She could feel it as well? Well, for me, it was cold, painful, sickening.’

"Divinity," Kai confirmed.

"What do we do?" She asked.

"We hide, for now. Not forever. Just for a while."

She said nothing more. Just nodded, her face pale but resolved. She understood now.

Together, they moved back toward the Citadel under the cover of dusk.

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The Citadel glimmered in the distance like a jewel wrapped in a silver mist, but something was wrong.

Very wrong.

As they passed into the outer districts, they slowed.

Every road, every alley, every rooftop.

Inquisitors.

Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Armoured in gleaming white with gilded edges, eyes burning with purpose. Swords. Sigils. Holy relics hung from belts and breastplates.

Kai’s blood ran cold.

They hadn’t just drawn divine attention. They’d drawn divine response.

"Keep walking," Kai whispered. "Don’t run. Don’t look scared."

Kleo gritted her teeth, nodded, and stepped in line beside him.

They passed two buildings, then three, then the inquisitors moved.

Two squads closed in from either side.

"Kai!" Kleo gasped.

"Split up!" he barked. "Run!"

Kleo hesitated for half a heartbeat, then bolted. She slipped through the forming barricade just in time, vanishing down a narrow street. The inquisitors didn’t follow her. Their eyes were on him.

One of them stepped forward. Broad-shouldered. White robes. Gold trim. A familiar, scowling face.

The same inquisitor who had spotted him once before beneath the Umbral Mantle.

"Necromancer," the man growled. "By the Light of the Gods, surrender yourself."

Kai’s response was to draw in every drop of shadow around him. Darkness wrapped his body like armour.

Shade became monstrously large. Anything coming at him would be felt, but Shade could block it.

"Sorry," he said, "I won’t burn in the light easily."

The fight began instantly.

A searing bolt of divine light lanced through the air. Kai twisted to the side, grunting as it struck shade. A hole split open in the shadow, but it instantly covered back up. The next moment, he raised a hand and shouted.

"Wither Bolt!"

Black necrotic magic exploded from his fingertips, slamming into the nearest inquisitor and eating away at the man’s left arm in an instant. The others moved in, blades drawn, relics shining.

More bolts followed.

One.

Two.

Six.

Ten.

Kai’s magic surged out like a tidal wave, draining him with every pulse.

The recoil hit him hard.

His bones trembled. His vision blurred at the edges.

But still, he fought. He watched as his life essence went back and forth as he cast spells and the same spells drained life essence from his enemies.

An arrow caught him in the thigh. A blade scraped against his ribs. His cloak burned away under a divine flare.

Still, he refused to fall.

He unleashed magic like a man possessed, until the entire street was scorched, cracked, and littered with the twenty corpses of once-holy men.

Kai stood at the centre, hunched over, one knee buckling. Smoke trailed from his cloak. His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

"I’m... not dying today," he muttered, spitting blood.

But before he could move, a presence appeared behind him.

Soft footsteps. The scent of iron and lilies.

Kai spun.

A man with emerald green hair, long and tied back. No armor. No relics. Just simple robes with a golden trim and an aura so heavy with divinity, it pressed against Kai like a mountain.

His eyes burned with quiet fury. Yet he smiled.

"Broderick," Kai whispered.

’Of course, it would be Willam’s father that ends it.’

Broderick raised a hand.

Chains of light erupted from the earth, wrapping around Kai’s wrists and chest like snakes. They burned through his shadow magic as if it were parchment.

His knees hit the ground.

And then it hit him.

The silence in his mind.

The sudden void where his undead usually whispered and tugged at his thoughts.

His entire network.

Gone.

His link to the dead had been severed.

He gritted his teeth, struggling, forcing shadow through the bonds. They didn’t even flinch.

Broderick knelt, leaned close, and whispered into Kai’s ears.

"You should’ve stayed dead."

"Well, you’ve got your chance now." Kai replied, closing his eyes.

Then he struck Kai in the side of the head with the hilt of his sword.

Pain.

Darkness.

And Kai’s world went black.

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