As the End of Year festival loomed closer, the atmosphere in Mythos Academy shifted. The air buzzed with anticipation, students scurrying about like particularly stressed-out ants preparing for winter. The curriculum lightened considerably, leaving us time to focus on three major things: the upcoming festival, the written exams, and our end-of-year projects.
For me, the latter was a matter already resolved.
The Lich.
The culmination of months of effort, planning, and a few near-death experiences—both figuratively and otherwise. It was done, complete, and, if I dared say, a masterpiece. There wasn't much left but to hand it in, so I decided to get it out of the way.
Professor Gravemore's office was tucked into a quiet corner of the necromancy wing. Gravemore himself was hunched over his desk, pen in hand, writing notes on what appeared to be a disturbingly animated diagram of a corpse.
