The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: A spy in the dormitory
“It’s worth a try,” Jack murmured, as the dark energy began swirling beneath his feet, spreading across the ground like liquid shadows. The blackened mist gathered, thickening and coiling until it formed a dense, tangible sphere. Jack watched as it pulsed, an eerie yet fascinating sight, until the sphere split open, spilling forth his bonded servant.

The creature emerged—a small, rabbit-like beast cloaked entirely in shadows. Its body was dark as midnight, and its eyes were hollow sockets from which flickering blue flames burned ominously. The air seemed to grow colder as it stepped forward, its presence strange and otherworldly.

[Bonded servant Summoned!]

Jack studied the creature, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Despite the creature’s monstrous appearance, there was a reassuring sense of connection between them, an invisible thread binding them together. It was more than a servant—it was an extension of himself, responding to his thoughts and desires with unwavering loyalty.

“I never really tried this before,” Jack murmured, his voice laced with curiosity. “But let’s hope it works.”

Drawing a deep breath, he closed his eyes, letting his focus flow toward the creature. He concentrated, feeling the edges of its presence, until the barriers between them seemed to blur.

‘Since I’m practically in control, I should be able to make it use its powers,’ he thought, a slight frown creasing his brow. The focus it required was intense, like stretching his mind toward a distant point. He delved deeper into the creature’s essence, exploring its energy.

And then he saw it—a core, buried deep within the beast’s shadowy form. Unlike a typical core, this one was a dark, swirling shade of purple, radiating a strange, almost chaotic energy. The darkness was tangible, a deep violet that seemed to pulse with power.

‘A second core?’ Jack’s mind raced as he took in the flickering glow of the orb.

His curiosity flared. ‘Now, how do I make it use this power? Since it can shapeshift into any animal, it’s probably used forms it’s encountered before. Let’s try something new.’

A specific form began to take shape in his mind, the perfect creature for stealth and reconnaissance. As he held the image, he felt the creature responding, its dark energy shifting, its form shrinking.

The Drakorath’s body began to contract, its presence diminishing as it grew smaller and smaller, almost imperceptible. In moments, the transformation was complete. Jack gazed down with satisfaction as the shadowed creature had taken on the form of a tiny ant.

‘Perfecto,’ he thought, a wide grin stretching across his face.

He crouched down, marveling at the sight. This wasn’t any ordinary ant. The creature’s minuscule body was as black as shadow, its antennae subtle bumps of darkness that moved in a rhythmic pattern. The eyes glowed with eerie blue flames, casting a dim, flickering light.

To an ordinary observer, it might still appear unsettling if they looked close enough, but its tiny size made it inconspicuous. Its presence, much like its form, had become minuscule—a whisper of energy in the vastness of the room.

“That’s a better way to use your powers,” Jack muttered, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “No more scaring little kids—you’re a spy now, the perfect one.”

The creature, an undead by nature, had transformed into a nearly undetectable scout. Jack watched with amusement, anticipation simmering in his chest. This was only the beginning.

“Now, let’s see what you can really do,” he murmured as he straightened up. He focused on the creature, feeling its form move under his mental command.

The tiny Drakorath-ant scurried toward the door, moving swiftly yet stealthily. It approached the small slit under the door, a gap that appeared like an immense cavern in its diminutive perspective. Slipping beneath it was effortless, the creature gliding through and emerging in the hallway beyond.

As it moved down the corridor, Jack’s own senses seemed to meld with the Drakorath’s. Through its perception, he could feel the vibrations of footsteps, each one creating a slight tremor, a reminder of just how small and vulnerable he now was in this form.

‘This is amazing,’ Jack thought, marveling at the sensory connection he now shared. ‘If I can control this thing and retrieve its memories later… I can spy on anyone without ever being noticed.’

Just as he was reveling in this newfound discovery, a sudden disturbance shook the ground. A heavy vibration, more intense than the others, was drawing closer. His heart raced as he focused on it. The Drakorath’s antennae twitched, picking up the approaching presence.

Jack quickly turned the creature’s head, his view shifting just in time to see a shadow looming above him—a massive foot, descending fast.

‘Are you kidding me?’ Jack thought, his voice laced with panic. ‘Everything I do has to start with some kind of trouble!’

The Drakorath-ant scurried frantically, its tiny legs a blur. But even as he pushed it to move faster, the vast shadow of the descending foot grew. Jack’s mind screamed in horror as the enormous shoe came crashing down, sending a forceful gust of wind that knocked the Drakorath over.

Boom!

The foot landed mere inches from him. In his current state, the shockwave that rippled out from the impact felt like a hurricane, knocking his tiny body into a series of tumbles. The Drakorath was sent rolling across the rough floor, slamming into what felt like a solid rock—no more than a grain of sand to a normal-sized person but a veritable boulder to him.

‘Damn it!’ Jack mentally cursed, his frustration bubbling as he recovered. When he finally regained control, he looked up to see the figure responsible.

It was James, a student he recognized. Jack bristled, wondering what James was doing roaming the halls at this hour. James walked up to a door and knocked lightly. Jack’s interest piqued, and he directed the Drakorath to move closer.

“Come in,” came a soft voice from the other side.

As the door swung open, Jack’s eyes widened with intrigue. Standing there was Alisha, dressed in a gossamer-thin gown that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The sight was enough to make even James pause, his cheeks flushing as he quickly averted his gaze.

“My lady!” he stammered, his voice caught between embarrassment and surprise.

Jack’s own interest sharpened. He’d known Alisha was respected, but this dynamic hinted at a connection he hadn’t anticipated.

“I’ve told you not to use that title here, James,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. She seemed entirely unaware of his reaction, her expression open and innocent.

James struggled to keep his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Uh, Alisha… you might want to wear something a bit, uh… less… revealing?”

“Oh?” Alisha tilted her head, a hint of genuine curiosity in her eyes. “Is it inappropriate?”

James took a deep breath, visibly grappling with himself. “It’s fine… if you’re comfortable.”

She gave a slight nod, and Jack noted the flicker of amusement in her gaze. “Close the door behind you, then.”

As James shut the door behind him, Jack’s grin stretched even wider. ‘My lady, huh?’ The possibilities danced in his mind. He could feel the beginnings of a plan forming.

‘Who knew I’d stumble upon something so interesting here?’ he thought with a spark of excitement. The idea of using his tiny spy to unearth secrets suddenly seemed even more promising.

“The lady of the church wasn’t even supposed to be here,” he mused inwardly. “This could change a lot more than they realize.”