As Lumian was feeling relief from overing the most ret trial, a most forebodiion crawled upon his skin leading the fine hairs to raise whilst f Goosebumps. One moment he was in a barely lit room filled with monsters bodies and the he was within aing expanse of darkness with no end in sight.

  SHINK

  A pierg wound where a rge on stabbed Lumian straight through the heart spilling blood everywhere while he coughs up blood from the throat. Falling to the ground, Lumian struggles to keep his eyes open as he reaches outwards with his hand trying to g onto something, anything at all.

  Gurgling fr to breath, Lumians' eyes eventually close as his life starts to fsh before his eyes before he reached this moment. Why dle? Is it really worth it? Looking ba his life he didn't feel like he fit in with the other boys while growing up. Uhem he wasn't into sports or a, Lumian would rather watance movies with his family. Whenever his sister brought him shopping for an i of opinion, he always felt something stir in his heart yet never knowing why he felt that way, it was a feeling akin to envy not knowing where such a feeling came from.

  At work, Lumian had to try to 'fit in' with the others to appear 'normal' for a 'ma only tio make him hate himself for lying about who he truly felt io him it felt soul crushing and painful yet, that was all he ever knew. Whenever he had intercourse with his girlfriend he had to feigement and focus only on his girlfriend to feel like a proper 'ma, Lumian just couldn't find out where something just felt wrong somehow and bottled up all these thoughts and feelings to himself, hiding it from everyoo appear normal.

  I don't uand, why do feel this way?, why am I just thinking about this now? Lumian starts questioning himself as his body starts to lose feeling a being colder and colder, his skin being even paler just like a corpse. His heartbeat ing to a plete stop, yet something undeniable in his blood burns with vi brought forth.

  I will not die here, I will not! screaming out inside his thoughts, he bashes his hands against the ground trying to lift himself upwards. There's many things I have left to do such as finding my family. Gritting his teeth in pain and struggle, Lumian feels a pulse of energy vibrate where the wound in his chest is, almost like a heartbeat but not.

  Ba-Bump Ba-Bump

  Dark particles freezing to the touch starts drawing into the pulsis from Lumians' chest at a slow crawl yet, overtime it accelerates inte vortex of energy densing into a molten liquid of bck tar running through his bloodstream turning his exposed veins bck. Lumias himself into a meditative position feeling the pulses whilst clearing his mind, accepting a sense of tranquillity and peace that was unknown to him before.

  The wounds all around his body and skin starts to seal up and heal at an accelerated rate while purply fmes start to ignite where the heart would be starting out as a mere spark yet ever growing into a ball of dense purple light repg his actual heart in the process. Due to this, the oremely pale skin that appeared as if it was from a corpse became more pinkish ahy looking.

  The bed veins started to transform bad diminish meanwhile, his hazel brown hair were taking in the effects of the deep bck particles turning his hair into an abyss like bck that never lets anything leave yet the further down the hair goes, it transitions into a violet purple to fuchsia at the tips of his hair.

  Opening his eyes, they gleamed a deep violet where they glow with unbidde the irises whereas before they used to be a pierg o blue beforehaually, the bck particle cortex calms down whilst the burning fmes behind his eyes simmered before disappearing.

  Suddenly, a burniion appeared on his right hand as if needle pricks were stantly stabbing him. "ARRRGH!!!" Lumian muffles hi cry of pain by g his lips together drawing a spot of blood.

  Grabbing a hold of his wrist, Lumian stares daggers at the back of his hand as a blood red symbol of two angeligs seared through the skin with a serpent like eye in the middle of them. After a little while, the blood red colour of the wings disappeared turning bck meanwhile, the eye turned violet.

  Lumian, drained of energy felt a dizzy sensation pass before falling unscious in this abyss like pce while the purple fmed text appears which read as;

  ALL TRIALS PLETED..........WELL DONE SUCCESSOR

  After a long period of unknown time, slowly ing to, Lumian awoke groggily from what he just experieo a marbled stone ceiling as he felt the ess of the fletting up and looking around he realised that he was in the same pce as before he uook the trials except there was a wooden table with a part o one side and a brand new robe.

  Heading to the note first, Lumian picked it up and it rad as follows;

  To my successor you may wonder what the theme of the trial was about. It was about death, you may evade death, struggle against death and directly face death but only those who overe death may survive the trial and thus you will no longer fear death. Of course if you are the successor from the propheay hat you do not know this world this I've taken it upon myself to write these o give you a little uanding oh of a neancer.

  To begin with, there are ages to a neancer but our family only cim up to a few where the rest of this knowledge lies in the diviemple of Aeterna Mortem to the Northwest of this trial Parthenon temple. The first stage is apprentieahis es with the abilities to see souls of those you rise from death to do your bidding, I would call them shadows of life. You also only raise up to ten of these shadows at a time, where they have to be weak lifeforms and they only follow basic orders.

  The sed stage is a beginner neahey have up to thirty shadows made from stronger lifeforms and gain the ability to share basises such as hearing and seeing what the shadows see. Finally the third stage is when one bees a full fledged neancer owning up to one hundred shadows and give more plex ands to them, also, this is when you raise the shadows of humans. Just so you know they have no real intelligence or thoughts. As for your stop, try heading through the forest up North past my hometown Moraz, there would be the capital city of the kingdom of death called Morakaiz. As for how you know when you advan stages of the neancer path? I only say that you will just know.

  Sincerely Drake Albus, Head of the Albus family.

  Putting the note down, Lumian then undresses from his old robe that has bee tattered and worn and picked up the new robe. The robe fit snugly pared to the old one and was matted b appearah some purple trim around the hood of the robe. I guess its time to leave now. Lets head over to that capital city. Lumian thinks to himself in relief that this part of the journey was over. Thank you Albus, I hope your desdants are safe and farewell.