Holy Necromancer: Rebirth of the Strongest Mage

"Father, where are we going?"

The Prince walked through the dark hallway. This was the first time his father was bringing him to such a place.

Even though this was a closed space, the Prince still felt cold, as if he could feel freezing winds coming from the other side.

"Karyk, are you a grown up?" The King did not answer his son. Instead, he asked him a question of his own.

"I am," the Prince answered. He was always treated like a child, never even allowed to leave the Palace. But this time, he wanted to tell his family that he was a grown up. He could protect himself.

"In that case, are you willing to carry your responsibility?" The King asked. Instead of slowing down, he only walked faster, forcing the Prince to keep up with him.

"Responsibility?" The Prince did not understand what his father was talking about. What responsibility did he have?

"You are a Prince. Your shoulders carry the responsibility that might shape the future of this Kingdom. Will you carry that responsibility?" The King asked.

The Prince still didn\'t understand clearly. Was his father asking him to protect his people when the time came?

"I will. As a Prince, I will carry the responsibility and protect my people!" he stated. "Even if that means you might have to sacrifice your life? Even if it means that you will have to accept your death? Even if it means that you will never see your father and mother again? Will you still accept this responsibility?"

Without thinking twice, the Prince agreed. "Father has carried this responsibility. How can I stay behind? Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will protect my people!" "Good."

The King didn\'t say anything else. Still, the silence only became scarier. The King could feel his son\'s grip on his hand getting tighter. He could feel that his son was getting scared, but he didn\'t react.

After a long time, the King stopped before a black door.

"Remember the words you said. This is all... for our people. This is all for the Kingdom."

Not far from him, hidden in the shadow, Karyk looked silently.

\'What a good father. Protecting his kingdom? Protecting his people? If he really cared about all that, would the people in the outer city be living like that?\'

\'Protecting the Kingdom is just an excuse for him. In reality, all of this is to protect himself. He isn\'t sacrificing his son for the Kingdom. He is sacrificing his son for

himself.\'

\'With a King like this, no wonder this world fell apart.\'

The King opened the pitch black door, and with that, even colder winds came out. "Father, it is too cold," the Prince said, shivering in the cold.

"Don\'t worry. After some time, you won\'t feel cold anymore. Just bear with it for a little." His father did not care about his words and entered the room.

Looking at the doors closing, Karyk also entered the room, hiding in the shadows. He barely managed to enter the room before the door closed.

"This place is..."

The Prince looked all around him, absolutely shocked. He had never expected there to be a place like this in the Palace.

As far as his eyes could see, there was only desert. He could even feel heat rising from the sand beneath his feet. There was also a sun in the sky, which should have made this place even warmer.

Still, contrary to common sense, there were freezing winds flowing from somewhere unknown. The freezing winds and the hot sand beneath his feet made this place look even weirder.

The King picked his son and started flying towards the source of the Frost. And not long after, he reached the source.

There was an altar in the middle of the Desert, where a blood pattern was carved by someone. Although the altar was empty and there was no source of blood, the blood pattern looked very fresh like it was last created.

Seeing the blood, the Prince was a little scared. But next to his father, he didn\'t show fear. With his father, he felt protected.

His father was the strongest person in this world for him. No matter what he doesn\'t feel the need to be scared. He had complete faith in his father.

"Father, what is this place?" he asked his father.

"This is the most important place for our future. This is where we will gain the divine will and have the ceremony."

"The Ceremony?"

The Prince had thought that the Ceremony was just a lie his father made. But there was really a ceremony?

His father had promised him before that he wasn\'t going to be kept locked in the palace after the ceremony. He was going to gain freedom. Was today the day?

The Prince grew excited. Today was the day he was going to gain the authority of leaving the Palace whenever he wanted. It was something he had been waiting for all his life.

"Lie on the altar. I will begin the ceremony," the King commanded.

Although disgusted by the blood, the Prince nodded. He walked over to the altar and lied down. Even in the dreams, he didn\'t think that his father was trying to hurt him. Why would he? His family loved him the most.

The King took a deep breath while looking at his son. It was as if he was saving the memories of his child in the depths of his heart, because today was the last day he was going to have a son.

The King joined his hand and dropped to his knees.

"I call forth the Divine Will!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing all throughout this desert.

At the same time, he cut his wrist and made the blood fall on the sand. The blood, instead of being absorbed by the sand, moved towards the altar.

The sky was without a sun from the beginning, but as soon as the blood of the King touched the Altar, a blood red sun started appearing in the sky.

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