You were going around the dungeon, cleaning as you read. Though initially, you have practically memorized the history of magic, the books in your master's library was timeless. Original copies of ancient and lost tomes, unknown books no one knew the author had written. A mage, even those who hates books, would feel compelled to at least browse through them. However, one book caught your eye.

"Lysandra Nightshade, the Last Necromancer."

A book about your very own master...

Just as soon as you took it out, a single finger pushes it back. A cold aura emanates beside you as a shiver runs down your spine. You turn to the side and see a familiar smirk. Her eyes look at you with amusement. Her robes were red-velvet silk, and her purple hair seemed to glow against the darkness. Shesha, her pet albino serpent, followed her and glowed gently like the moon.

"You do realize that that's me, right? Fufu, are you curious little one?"