It wasn't long before the field trip loomed on the horizon, like an impending storm cloud promising both opportunity and peril. My days leading up to it were spent neck-deep in necromantic theory—grim tomes, mana-construct equations, and programming frameworks that would make even the most seasoned of Mythos professors sweat bullets.
The hardest part of the entire undertaking? My mana.
Necromancy, it turned out, wasn't fond of delegation. Every thread of power used to create a Lich had to come from my own mana reserves. Not because I was a control freak (though some might argue otherwise), but because of the unique signature imbued into each individual's mana. It was like trying to forge a sword with someone else's hammer—impossible unless you wanted a blade as brittle as glass. So, no borrowing mana and help from anyone else. It was all on me.
