I have been seeking the secret of eternity for decades now. Each spell I craft, I test upon the restless bones that linger in the shadows. Mindless creatures — yet obedient to my will — serve as my apprentices in this quest.
And yet... My promise of everlasting life eludes me. I leave them where they fall, discarded, silent witness to my genius, or at least my attempts.
It doesn't matter, there are more tombs to explore. With each chamber I edge closer to perfection. The failures are merely stepping stones. I will not case, for eternity the ruin of all else is worth.
