William hadn't expected what he found beyond the massive stone doors.
Based on everything he'd heard about the mysterious cult, he imagined a dark chamber filled with twisted figures performing grim, malevolent rituals.
Instead, he saw the complete opposite.
The place was—essentially—a magic academy.
The only practical difference? Entry was restricted to necromancers.
Naturally, that meant fewer students overall, but at its core, it was structured like any other magical school.
The entire building was made of solid stone. Corridors stretched in every direction, and students moved about—busy and focused. All wore dark robes, the standard uniform of this institution.
"We have everything we need here," the recruiter said. "Living quarters, shops, study halls for both theory and practice, and of course, crops and livestock. We try not to leave the premises more than necessary."
