time to prepare

Chapter twelve

Zayn’s words lingered in Almiron’s mind as they left the university, the weight of their conversation heavy on his shoulders. He knew that if he wanted to stand a chance against Daxon, he needed to get better with his powers, to hone his skills until he could wield them with precision and control.

As they walked through the streets, Zayn suddenly stopped and turned to Almiron, a determined look in his eyes.

“I have an idea,” Zayn said, his voice filled with conviction. “If you want to beat Daxon, you need to get better with your powers. And I think I know just the place to train.”

Almiron raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zayn’s suggestion. “Where?”

Zayn grinned mischievously. “The graveyard.”

Almiron’s eyes widened in surprise. “The graveyard? Why there?”

Zayn shrugged. “Think about it, Almiron. The graveyard is filled with death and darkness, the perfect environment for you to practice your necromancy. Plus, it’s away from prying eyes, so we won’t have to worry about