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The Stygai's Necromancer

RedSage
After becoming the disciple of the powerful Immortal, Zhang sets off with his new master to the dangerous Stygai, seeking to learn all the secrets of Necromancy and his special physique. As his soul grows stronger, secrets of his origins are slowly revealed. In the cold and lonely Stygai, Zhang must get used to solitude, in a new and fickle Corpse City that seems to react more and more strangely to his arrival. Still in Stygai, after helping Immortal, Esmer begins dangerous experiments involving a dragon egg that survived the Doom of Valyria. Oblivious to the plans and goals of the powerful Ruler of the city, The First Necromancer of the world of Ice and Fire, The Eternal King... Hello, I'm RedSage! This is my second fanfic and shows events that happen parallel to the end of volume 3 and the entire volume 4 of The Asshai's Bloodmage(TAB). It is recommended that you read the first book to better understand what is happening here. I promise to bring a Stygai full of terror, emotion, and a pinch of humor. After all, Zhang is the protagonist of this first volume, right? I will bring great revelations about Corpse City, further expanding the lore of the Shadowlands and its two mysterious cities.
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