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Fear of Death Graveyard.
Inside a simple but familiar stone house.
Matthew sat alone in the meditation room, sensing the sporadic disturbances in the air of the graveyard, where negative energy permeated the air.
It was an atmosphere that comforted the necromancers.
It also filled Matthew with a profound sense of coldness, familiarity, and warmth.
Habitually, he consumed several bottles of Mana Potion and Energy Potion, but on the last bottle, Matthew changed his mind.
Silently, he stood up, walked to the adjoining compartment, and hand-brewed himself a cup of coffee.
As the bitter and full flavor reached his palate,
His mind, as if by conditioned reflex, was invigorated!
It was as if his thoughts had opened up a new world.
The next moment.
Matthew sat back down, casually picking up a white chalk to scribble symbols on the floor of the meditation room.
These symbols had no inherent meaning.
They were simply the lines that had flickered through Matthew's mind.
