It flooded over every single one of them within moments.
Their movements slowed, their groans and moans gradually dissipating.
“Soothing them.”
They didn’t stop coming, but I could see their distress had been mitigated.
As I called my frost back now that it had settled over them, and snuffed it out, I looked to see Dad eyeing me incredulously, a smile spreading over his face.
“My sweet and gentle son,” he murmured, reaching out and stroking my cheek.
“I don’t like suffering.”
“I know you don’t.”
“They didn’t deserve this. Nobody does.”
“I agree. It’s unspeakable.”
“Have you needed to do this a lot?”
He eased his hand away. “More than I would have liked. But I have a responsibility to the world. My discomfort has to take a backseat.”
“Too much, though, isn’t it?”
“I’m all right with it, son. And I’ll keep this aspect of things away from you once this Ruxnoth situation is dealt with.”
“That’s not fair to you.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have the stomach for it. And honestly, I don’t really want you to. I didn’t want to have to teach you this. I certainly don’t want you doing it on a regular basis.”
“Regular basis? Fuck, how many times have you actually done this?”
“I’ve been an active highly-accomplished necromancer for decades, Win.”
“You’re evading answering my question.”
He blew out a breath. “Several dozen times.”
“Several dozen? That’s beyond vague. Like, over a hundred times? Fifty?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Probably more than the first one you said.”
Holy. Fuck.
“You’re not gonna be the only one doing it from now on, then. I wish you’d told me just how bad this is for you, how bad it’s been my whole life. I could’ve been there, taken some of the load off.”
“Win, it’s—call your necromantic power.Now!”
The Animated Fleshwork were upon us.
Wow.I was a big distraction to him out in the field.
He seemed to be fighting himself between being his super protective self and stepping back, but trying to find a balance where it didn’t mean me getting hurt, overwhelmed, or touching something dark or worrying power-wise while we were in high-level Necromancy mode the entire time training.
My amber magic sparked on my palms, just a second before he sent a sweeping crimson wave at the forty beings almost upon us.
I jolted as it sent them careening back nearly fifty feet.
