I have to admit that I was expecting something very different when I expected to see a necromancer base. The base of any necromancer is supposed to be very creepy. I have always heard that the necromancers have a macabre sense of fashion. (Well, I guess that you cannot expect to work with corpses and not get a bit macabre.)

  I had expected arches made of bones, with the bones arranged to look like monsters. I had expected the entire place to be full of catacombs, full of dead bodies. I had thought that undead would be hidden in these dead bodies, making progressing into the base an headache. I had expected the place to smell of death. Now don't ask me what that actually smells like. The records that I have read have never bothered describing as well.

  Well, this is a clean little place. The only thing that is here other than the walls of this place are bookshelves. The entire place is full of bookshelvses. I see a bookshelf every couple of steps from me.

  If I did not know better, I would never have said that a necromancer owned it. It is too clean and too sterile for that. If anything, I feel like this place could have belonged to the scholars.

  I can actually imagine the scholars walking down this path, being fussy about dust that only they seem to be able to find.

  Well, I stand next to bookshelves as I study them. Made of solid wood, the shelves are fool of books that have begun to rot. I open one of these books as I study what is on it.

  Well, I am sure that there is nothing useful in the books. After all, nothing important would have been placed here. Anyway, the searchers have come in the path that I have just taken. They would have found any books that would have been useful to us. Well, there is no sign that the shelves have been Tampered with in any way.

  Anything important would have been better guarded than all the books here. To speak of the book itself, there is nothing worth speaking of in the books. The books seem to be some kind of written log maintained by the disciples of the place.

  It is contained with detailed records of them preparing bodies for raising them as undead. Most of it records on butchering techniques and something called as "spirit flesh".

  I don't really understand anything that is in any of these books. I guess you have to be a necromancer to make head or tails of this all. That is why they must have left these books out in the open like this.

  I am still going deeper into the inner circle. Normally places like this would have an entire set of defenses that should have made trying to cross the place impossible.

  The layout of the place is also pretty straight forward. It seems to be a circular path much like the outer circle of this tomb. The only difference is that there are entrances in the path. The outer circle just went on and on, with very few paths out of the main path. The inner circle has more rooms. There is a room every few steps from me.

  I have opened all the door that I have come across. That is why I can say confidently that these rooms mostly open into the living quarters of the necromancers.

  Well, technically speaking I guess you could consider them as coffins. There is barely enough place in each room to hold a couple of coffins. Well, the necromancers have converted these into rooms by sticking beds and tables in the place.

  I wonder how they managed to do something like that. When I say that beds and the table are a tight fit, I mean that they are a tight fit. The necromancers could only use these rooms to sleep and work.

  I don't know what I am supposed to be looking for here. After all, I don't know where the group could have gone to. Well, they could have been kind enough to leave traces for me. After all, how I am supposed to look for them now.

  Thankfully, the layout of the place seems to be pretty simple. It is unlikely that I will at least get lost. Well, there is a place that I can aim for. You see tombs like this are supposed to have central room, to hold the coffin of whoever had commissioned this tomb. (Such a place could have only built by somebody really wealthy.)

  It is supposed to be the most well defended part of the tomb. It would also be the place where the leader of the necromancer's would have stayed.. I am pretty sure the searchers would have also aimed for this place.

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  After all, any secrets that the necromancers knew would have most likely been with their leader.

  It is supposed to be pretty easy to reach this central room. After all, every road in the tomb is supposed to lead to the central room after all. That means that I will just need to hold my present path to reach such a place.

  Well, I would have already been running down this path if I could. Let's just say that my present situation is not pretty. Right now, both of my leg pain like somebody is hammering it with an hammer. Every step that I take feels like I am walking on bed of nails.

  Well, this pain is better than the numbness that I had started with. Pain is something that I know to handle pretty well. That numbness most likely would have led to even more damage if I had not been careful.

  I could fully heal the injuries if I had enough blood mana. Right now, I am completely empty of my blood mana. That means that I won't be able to use my sword and it's magic at all. That is unless one of the necromancers were alive and he attacked me now. (Of course, I don't believe that I will find any person here. Something tells me that me and the troops are the only people here.)

  Well, it is pretty unlikely that I will find anything here, but it would still do me to be careful. That is why I will continue this log when I finally reach the target.

  (After about ten minutes.)

  Well, I was expecting many things when I entered into the base. I certainly did not expect what I am seeing in front of me.

  Right now the office in front of me is on fire. The weird thing is that only the books in the room are on fire. Every book in the place has burst in flames. Whether it be in the bookshelves or on the table at the center of the office, they are burning. Well, it would be wrong to say that the books are burning. It would be more precise to say that the words on the book are burning.

  Nothing else in the room is burning though. Even the table (or the bookshelves) that the books are on look completely fine.

  The group is trying to extinguish the fire in their own ways, though it is of no use. Anthony is trying to stamp the fire out. John is throwing water spear after water spear at the books. Alfred mayfire is just staring at the fire, most likely trying to bring it under his control. (Well, it is not exactly fire so his magic is going to fail.) Searcher Amelia is creating a stream of water which burst out of her hands, like blood.

  What the fuck are the idiots doing. That is about the worst thing that they could have done at this moment. Right now, they should be focusing on reading the books as quickly as possible. Well, I guess that I should enter into action.

  "What in the hells are you all doing." I scream at the people in the room. "That is knowledge fire. You won't be able to extinguish it."

  As I say this, I go to the searcher Amelia. Even as I get closer to her, control strings leave my body as they enter into the fire. my control strings trace the words on the books, as I begin to read through all the books. (It is a trick that any formation mage will pick up. It really increases the speed of our reading.) I am looking for any word that might give information on the necromancers.

  "This is a magical flame, that attacks the ink of a book." I explain, as quickly as I can. "Until the ink in the books runs out, you won't be able to stop the fire. once the ink of the book runs out, even the books will burnt completely. The fire won't be harmful to you all until then."

  As I say this, I put my hand on top of a burning book. My hand warms up even as I put it in the flame, but it doesn't hurt. I flip through the book as I try to look at rapidly disappearing text on the book.

  "Just try to read whatever you think is important." I command them. "You won't be able to save anything. The knowledge fire has spread too much for us to be able to do anything."

  Well, this I meant mainly for the searcher Amelia. After all, the other people here won't have magic that can accelerate their reading. The searcher certainly will have something like that.

  She doesn't disappoint me as her eyes flash black and she begins to study the books that she can get her hands. She throws away any book she holds a few moments after catching it.

  Well, she is going through the books as quickly as I am going through them. Well, looking at her I suddenly remember to ask her.

  "Searcher, where did this fire originate from? There must have been some document that you must have tried to open by force." I ask her. "This spell was meant to destroy the information on that document."

  "The letter on the table, young master. It is useless though. The paper has already begun to burn, though. All the words on it must have already been destroyed." The lady replies.

  I quickly find the letter that she was pointing to. It is stuck right in the middle of the table, as the flame on it has begun to burn through the paper. The flame has begun to blacken the table it was placed on even as we speak. It is clearly the first thing that had begin to burn. (Nothing else is as burnt as it.)

  "Let me try, my lady. Even a few words will be quite useful to us." I tell her, as my control strings enters into the letter that she is pointing towards.

  I wonder if she has bothered to read the letter at all. After all, she seems to be very focused on bringing the fire under control. Let's hope that she had not read the letter.

  Well, the lady was not lying. The letter is on the verge of burning out. The flame has already burnt through the ink of the letter. I can make out a few letters though.

  "Have you got anything, young master." The lady speaks out.

  "No my lady, I could only make out a few letters." I reply, a bit too hastily. I turn to look at the lady who has already begun to look at the other books in the room.

  Even as I speak out the letter completes burning as every trace of ink on the letter has disappeared completely. The flame burns itself out even as the paper is consumed by the flames.