Atlas' POV
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Male Dormitory building, 8:30 Am
"By the spirits," he let out a frustrated grunt, breaking concentration for what might be the hundredth time. "This can't be natural. Communing with the dead has never felt so difficult."
Since last night, he's been busy.
Studying a book on advanced Necromancy to get extra points and then preparing to cast the ritual.
Candles surrounded him, as well as a magic circle drawn with black chalk. In front of him was some hair he plucked from the dead cleaner's head before they left the Dean's office.
It was the perfect set-up for a spell to summon the dead. To ask her questions about her killer and hopefully get the truth from arguably the most reliable source.
The other side.
Yet no matter how much he tried or how much magic energy he spent, he couldn't connect with the afterlife. It was as if something in the dead woman's soul was interfering with his attempts. Blocking his calls.
