Necromancy

The dense bones turned into the scepter in my hand, and the flesh and blood of the dead became the stairs of immortality. I made a contract with the devil in exchange for the weight of living. When the corpses of the dead rise from the ground and become my servants, when the flowers and plants wither from my hands, they bloom again. All things will die, and their souls will one day turn into dust in the universe, even the ancient gods and dragons are no exception. And I will live forever. (Book club group: 374513786)