Nick counted the time and sensed that they had been in this place for about two years already. During that time, Silvanus had always seemed immersed in his own world, occasionally lifting his head as if to check whether Nick had run off or not.
Fortunately, Nick was the type who could yap endlessly about anything under the sun. Whether Silvanus was listening or not did not matter. As long as Silvanus did not tell him to stop, he would keep talking with boundless enthusiasm. In the end, even he grew a little bored and began studying undead magic together with Silvanus.
The undead excelled at curses and poisons, and their magic was incomparably powerful. The only things capable of suppressing them were the Sentinels of Hobbit, iron warriors that were truly immortal, since they did not even possess souls.
Nick studied with great relish, although it sometimes left him covered in ash from head to toe.
Until one day, Silvanus finally stood up.
