"You're the Evil Mage! Your whole family are Evil Mages!" The Chief Mage's hands didn't move, but his eyebrows looked as if they were about to fly off his face. "To crudely label a Necromancer an Evil Mage is the stereotype of a talentless hack!"
"Only cowards who fear death would impose pointless moral judgments on Magic, using them to flee from the most profound and esoteric Domain."
'Don't get so worked up...' Joseph Rorschach was startled and took half a step back. Due to the inherent limitations of the Clone Technique and the limited capabilities of this body, Possessed Xia was unable to cast High Tier Magic. Otherwise, against this nearly-dead Great Mage who was being pinned down by the Gray-robed Bishop, he definitely could have landed a killing blow.
But there were no "what ifs." The Great Mage clenched his fist in the Void, and from the Well of Remains behind him, dark tentacles shot out and coiled around Rorschach.
