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Verza cursed. He had the power to move the rocks to. But it would probably kill him with the energy it would take to remove them. He looked at the young Templar letting out a viciouis war cry. 'That one will be a great warrior.' Verza thought. He regarded What the Necromancer had said. They had met before. When she was younger. He was in a forest looking for his lost bow at night and he stumbled upon her. She had mercy upon him for he was but a boy. But he feared he wouldn't receive mercy this time.

Verza knew what he had to do. He shut out all outside noises and retreated into himself into a meditative state. It was like suspended animation, like a hibernating animal. He reached out with his mind, His mind seemed like a wolf on the hunt for it's prey as it searched the city for the Necromancer. Finally he found her. "Well you have aged well. I hope you keep your bargain. I wish you no harm as long as you and your evil spawn return to the spirit world where they had come from and don't harm any living. The world is for the living, you have already had your time here." Verza sent her a message through his mind, it was only taught to the most adept mages and scholars. It was a means of communication. He hoped to spare many lives, he rather not have blood on his hands if not needed.