The dull pain in the back of his head faded away like a tide, and Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes on the cold stone floor. On the dome, silver runes circulated endlessly, reflecting the entire job transfer hall like a solemn temple. The cold glow spread over the mottled stone walls and rippled with fine light patterns. Teenagers and girls in uniforms of blue and white were crowded around. Their young faces were filled with anxiety, and their breaths condensed into wisps of white mist in the cold air, kneading the tension and expectation in the room into tangible substance.
"Next, Lin Mo."
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This is not a Necromancer. Isn't this a Necromancer?
This is not a Necromancer. Isn't this a Necromancer?