Journal

The Journal Entry is a dungeon item. It grants the player the next chapter of the transcribed lore of Hypixel SkyBlock.

A Journal Entry is found laying on the floor near some bodies in dungeon rooms. When used, it will be consumed, and grant the player permanent access to read the chronologically succeeding Journal Entry in the Quests menu. For maximum efficiency, players should consume Journal Entries immediately after they enter the player's inventory, or consecutive Journal Entries will drop as duplicates, making them effectively useless.

After collecting 10 Journal Entries, the player will be rewarded with the Librarian Achievement when they read the Journal in the Quests menu.

Karylle's Diary
I came to visit my Grandparent's tomb inside The Catacombs, and pay my respects. When I finally arrived I had discovered the tombs had been destroyed, someone had dug up the bodies! Who would do such an evil thing?

I noticed two parallel streaks connecting the uncovered gravesite to a tunnel I had never seen before inside The Catacombs. Whoever decided to desecrate a sacred burial ground and drag the bodies away, they will surely pay!

After I exited the tunnel, I came upon a large room. It was inlaid with many skulls, a plethora of its stonework was deeply cracked, the wooden tiles completely rotten, and cobwebs littered the ceiling, as if no one stepped foot in here for years.

I heard something, a deep growl, and it was coming from inside the tunnel. I need to go further and keep following this trail, but I can't help being afraid at what possibly lurks inside.

As I relentlessly pursued the body snatcher, I heard the groans get louder and louder. Although I was scared, I gathered up my courage and kept going. As I turned the corner, I saw it.

Carefully picking up the remnants of a broken sword beside me, I slowly began to approach it. As I was nearing combat distance, I stepped on a bone, alerting the creature. As it turned around, I dropped my weapon, and my face turned pale.

It was a distorted face of sorrow and anguish. Pieces of flesh were slowly falling off of her, as if she was a rotten fruit. It was the face of my Grandma. "G-grandma, is that you?" I asked with expectation, but my own naivety betrayed me.

It stepped towards me, a cruel grin stretching her face to unbelievable proportions. That face terrified me, I even threw up. Then she- no- it lunged at me. With tears rolling down my face, I turned around and began running.

I don't know how long I ran for, but the feeling in my legs gave out long ago. "That wasn't her, there's no way!" I wanted to plead for help, I wanted someone to comfort me. But deep down I knew the truth, and that help would never come.

Worn out, I finally backtracked to the tunnel's entrance. "I need to report this to the Mage Association, they can solve this predicament!" But what happened was most definitely evil magic.

The Study: Blavier of Myles
This is the lab report of Dr. Myles, Scientist of the Mage Association, in conjunction of Officer Roy of the Adventurer's Guild, and Documentation of The Catacombs. Roy will be my assistant with this, and also in future Lab Reports.

Today the mage association hauled an undead organism into the lab, and I was given a brief description of what it was doing in the Catacombs. Unfortunately, I was not present during the capture process.

The creature matches most historical descriptions of undead humans known as Zombies. This specimen resembles an old female, seeming to have originally died of old age. We christened the newly discovered zombie, New.

New is the first Zombie seen and recorded in over 400 years, when the infamous Kaeman returned to the Castle. When compared to previous records of Zombies, we found striking similarities, just as we theorized. They only care for human flesh.

Upon further study we have that the traits of New are as follows; Simple wounds are patched over time, although its process of rotting seems to be natural. They also have a sense for humans that are within their vicinity.

During our daily necropsy, we realized its tissues are regenerating faster than before. In light of this evolution we have to take our testing to the next stage- fresh human corpses.

New gave birth to another Zombie. We named the newborn Two. While it is still unclear how the contagion spreads, this alarming discovery raises multiple questions. These answers can only be found in the Catacombs.

Two is far too powerful. We have failed to curb its vicious tendencies. Officer Roy was found dead in the testing facility, ripped limb from limb. Both Zombies are now exterminated.

The Expedition: Volume 1
"Very well." The King grasped his scepter and spoke resolutely. "I shall send a garrison of highly trained militia to further investigate the Catacombs. If dark magic is at work there, we shall take care of it swiftly."

The atmosphere in the room became more serious but the court seemed relieved. Rumors were spreading in the Kingdom concerning the living corpse found in the crypts, and after the tragedy in the facility, people's mindsets started to worsen.

General Dan would lead the expedition, accompanied by Solomon. The King believed sending a mage from his personal guard would appease the villagers. Once again this subterfuge was seen through by court members.

At nightfall, the garrison had gathered enough resources for at least 5 days of traveling, but only the bare minimum of necessities. The group of 50 soldiers and 3 mages would take their leave in the morning, right as the rooster crows.

Uncanny Remains
We entered the Catacombs. I still have no idea what we're looking for in this death hole, nobody tells me much anyways. After all, in the army, I'm at the bottom of the food chain.

Before entering this giant graveyard, I couldn't believe any of the stories. But now that I'm here, I'm not sure what to think anymore. This place is darker than a moonless night, everything is tainted with shadows.

Everywhere I look I see stone and dust. I don't want to be buried in a forgotten place like this. Now that I think of it, most of those people were probably soldiers like me, or what remains of them.

Tens of thousands died on that fateful day, this place probably took years to build. I hear people whisper about the Wither King... nonsense. Fables and legends are for songs, and there is only blood and steel.

We were almost through with the first floor when one of the young recruits screamed. In his hysteria, I heard him mention a talking skull. Can't blame the poor lad, those skulls seem to look at you all the time.

"It's warning us..." he murmured. If there is one thing for sure, those little tricks won't work on the sergeant. I've had my fair share of insubordination, already learned that lesson ten times over.

Still, that look of fear in his eyes, it seemed so real... This kid is creeping me out. In fact, the whole place is giving me goosebumps. Did that skull just turn towards me? Those shadows are deceiving me.

The Expedition: Volume 2
Halfway through the second floor, one of the scouts noticed an irregularity. We followed him through a corridor which opened into a large crypt. The tombs kept inside as if the whole place had been looted.

Solomon asked for all soldiers to stay outside of the room, and then called the rest to inspect the crypt. After what felt like half an hour, the mages and scientists gathered around General Dan and the King's mage.

There was no trace of any remains, the bodies and anything else those tombs used to protect were gone. This development corroborates the suspicions of evil work in the Catacombs, the expedition must press on.

Whoever took those corpses left no clues behind. There are signs of human activity, but all those trails and footsteps lead to nowhere, just as if they walked right through the walls.

After nearly 16 hours, it was time to rest. Because the crypt was large enough and had just been inspected, General Dan ordered the men to gather inside and spend the night.

Grim Adversity
A scream broke the silence of the night. It came from the right next to me, maybe 3 meters, no, less. My first instinct was to look for my sword first and think later. My mind was still blurred from waking up, and my eyes could barely see.

That scream again, full of terror. My fingers grabbed on to a familiar handle. I turned my head towards the sound and raised my sword in front of me, voices echoing from the rest of the room.

Albert was there, frantically trying to grab on to something. He's trying to crawl, or so I thought. I realized that Albert's hand was covered with blood, his fingernails making an atrocious sound on the ground.

I could sense a dark mass behind him, a man. "ALBERT!" I screamed as I lunged my blade forward. My blade pierced through the assassin, and as I got closer, a light revealed my enemy. Visions of horror.

No eyes, and barely any skin. The face of death. My heart paced to a crawl, I couldn't move. Its rotten hand grabbed my arm and started to crush it like a twig. The pain brought me back to reality. I screamed and tried to free my arm.

The creature held on to it, but I kept pulling with everything I had. During the struggle, I fell on my back, the thing lying over me. Something warm dropped from its jaw onto my neck, blood and flesh. Albert, or some of him.

There was an explosion of light, I closed my eyes. A weight got taken off of me, moments later I understood why. A spell landed on the creature, tearing it apart. The fiend flew across the room and landed behind Albert.

Something cracked in my arm, the hand of the beast was still pressuring it with inhuman strength. I managed to grab the thumb and free myself of its grip. The hand landed on the ground and kept moving towards me.

Another lightning strike, the hand stopped. Solomon was standing next to me, holding my shoulder. His lips moved but I couldn't hear him, he was pointing at my arm. I turned my head in the direction of Albert, but he was dead...

The Expedition: Volume 3
A zombie attacked our group during the night, killing one soldier and breaking the arm of another. The 2 guards on shift were standing in front of the only entrance to that room, and swore that nothing came from that corridor.

Somehow that zombie ended up on the opposite side of the Crypt that we thoroughly investigated only hours before. What is even more concerning, is what it did to those soldiers.

It first planted its teeth in the skull of one of the soldiers and took a large bite out of its brain. How Albert survived for so long is a mystery in and of itself. As a precaution, we burned his body.

Even after losing limbs, the detached body parts kept operating on their own until the brain was destroyed. Our current theory is that the amygdala has to be intact for the zombie to function.

Solomon noticed fluid on the chainmail of another soldier, where the hand grabbed his arm. It can hardly be described without deeper analysis. This liquid could be a clue to the transformations or even the cause.

The expedition left the room less than an hour after the incident. The group was reaching the end of the second floor when we got confronted by another apparition, the new creature killing 3 of our men before getting taken down.

No doubt the undead we found was a Wither Skeleton, the same creatures that were described attacking the castle centuries ago, led by Kaeman, the self-proclaimed "Wither King."

Skeletons, dark as the night, overbearing in nature, with bones akin to onyx, seemingly fragile but as tough as steel. This one was holding a stone sword and was strong enough to cut through a man wearing full armor with a single swing.

Solomon believes that the expedition must return to the King's castle at once, we have reason to believe that Kaeman survived and took hold of the Catacombs. Our group isn't prepared for a confrontation with the Wither King.

General Dan ordered the troops to march on, insisting that we at least explore the third floor before turning back. After all, we still had enough resources for another 4 days of travel.

The Expedition: Volume 4
Before our encounter with the Wither Skeleton, we heard plenty of odd noises. But during our time one the third floor, just like the first one, there was a deafening silence that caused great anxiety in us all.

After a few hours, the group entered a large room, probably the largest one yet. The room had giant water pipes landing into large pools. Proof that the sewers had connections in the Catacombs.

The General said it was time for a break, so the group started to prepare for lunch. Solomon reiterated his wish to return to the Castle immediately. After a short debate, General Dan agreed to end the expedition.

Suddenly, someone yelled that enemies were coming. The sounds grew louder and louder, before encompassing us completely. We were surrounded, hundreds of those creatures, how could they be capable of such coordination?

Giant spiders crawled out of the sewers, zombies appeared from the hall, and a volley of skeletons came from the other direction. The General immediately called for a rally and a desperate battle ensued.

Somewhere in the chaos, I saw an opportunity to retreat. I landed a stun spell on a group of enemies near the entrance of the hall and quickly made my escape. A small portion of our group followed me into the passage.

I do not know what happened to Solomon, the General, and the rest of the militia. I found refuge with a couple soldiers far away from the battle, but I could sense a presence watching us.

One of the rescued soldiers started acting odd. He started mumbling to himself, and knowing the Catacombs, I was ready for whatever this could be. He started screaming "GET OUT!!!" and clawed at his eyes. Then, he stopped.

It was abrupt, like a puppet's strings being cut. Suddenly, he leaped at his comrade and tried to pierce him with his sword. I used all the mana I had left to stun him before he could kill. The color in his eyes was gone, as if he was being mind controlled.

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The Catacombs hide an entire army of incredible strength. Someone has to come back alive from the expedition at all c... (Blood stains the rest of the page)

The Walls
I saw it all. Monsters everywhere and every kind, in an instant chaos reigned over the room. We were all in battle formation around Dan, pretending to be in control, everyone was scared for their lives.

I fought alongside Dan many times, the man is a legend, but how foolish can he be? Nobody in the group comes even close to his skills, we are all fodder to those foes. We should have tried to escape instead of fighting.

The army of undead ran straight at us. "Their brains, aim for their brains!" someone yelled in the back. How can I aim for the brain of the skeleton that doesn't have one? This magic is beyond anything that they know.

The sound of swords slicing through bloodless corpses, almost like chopping down wood. Zombies are terrifyingly strong but most of them have no equipment, nor technique, just running fearlessly to their end.

I think it was Solomon's spells slowing them all, their movements seemed sluggish, compared to when they enter the room. The mage looked exhausted already, his face contorted by concentration.

More and more came, it seemed endless. I saw a mage escape with a few soldiers, I wonder what happened to them. And then, it happened. The battle was raging when another of those giant black skeletons entered the room.

The obsidian looking creature ran straight at the General, who had noticed it. Dan faced it with all his might, the battle veteran was even bigger than the skeleton. He raised his two handed sword and held it above his head.

It was over in an instant. The skeleton was wicked fast. I held my breath almost as if I was bracing for impact. Dan's massive sword cut through the air incredibly swiftly, breaking the enemy's sword in half and the skeleton with it.

We finally had hope, if anyone could get us out of here alive, it was General Dan. After defeating the Wither Skeleton, the colossal soldier turned towards the rest of the forces and released a battle cry, we all responded.

Coming out of his apparent torpor, Solomon spoke. "Something is coming... We need to get out of here!" The mage started running towards one of the entrances. "Dan! We have to!". I looked towards the other entrance, and I saw it.

The nightmare creature entered the room, it looked half human and half wither skeleton, with multiple heads. It levitated over the corpses and in an awful scream, threw a dark spell right at the General. It was over.

Whoever was left from the expedition started running in total disarray. I followed Solomon, who turned just in time to create a magic barrier, protecting us from more of those demonic spells.

I don't know what happened to Solomon, my only concern was as getting as far away as possible. Further in the corridor I saw a dead soldier, who probably escaped earlier. He was holding a torch and other materials, I would need them.

Eventually, hours after I escaped the undead horde, I came into a room full of empty tombs, and where I decided to take shelter for the night. I moved some pillars to block the doorway to prevent things from sneaking inside.

The next morning, everything had gone a lot smoother than I expected, nothing came for me while I was resting. No signs of the expedition either, but I had to stay quiet if I wanted to escape this place alive.

I walked through hours on end. It was impossible to find the entrance of the third floor, so I took a short rest. With an excess of coal on my hands, I decided I would draw markings on the walls, to identify where I had been previously.

When I left the tomb area earlier, something seemed off. I was almost certain there was a dead end to the left of the hall, but now it's opened up. Did it collapse during the night, or am I going crazy?

After hours of exploring, and charting out a basic map, I returned to my previous resting place by following the coal lines drawn upon the floor and walls. However, when I made it back the room was no longer there.

I walked off to the left side of the corridor, would my mark still be present? Everything was fine, I noticed the opening was there, it was not a dead end. But as I followed my marking, it was cut off rather abruptly.

There was no smearing on the ground, it was as if the stain was peeled off. It looked completely unnatural. As I walked further, I cast my gaze to the ceiling. There was a black streak, looking directly into my eyes.

There was no mistaking it, it was the one I had drawn, but it was now on the ceiling? It was as if this place was... moving? My Lord... How is this even possible? I have to find a way, I have to...

Are these walls alive? Who's doing this? What a terrible joke, why don't you come out and kill me already? I don't even have food or anything to drink. GET IT OVER WITH! DON'T YOU SEE?! I'M AS GOOD AS DEAD!!!

As I walked past the walls, I could hear a faint cry, and now, every time I looked at them, they stared back at me. It's as if they were made from the souls of people! I'll die right here, and maybe I'll join them.

All I have left is coal... Yes, all I have, coal. coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal, coal,

The Eye
The first time I saw it was on the first floor, a large floating eye. Nobody else noticed. It was looking straight at me. I didn't tell anyone, but I know what I saw, that thing isn't human, but it didn't seem like an enemy.

It appeared again on the second floor, twice. Again, I was the only one who saw. It seemed interested only in me. I can tell when it was watching, there is a strange sensation in my head when it happens, and I know exactly where to look.

At this point, I was fairly certain it was trying to communicate. Nonetheless it completely vanished after those 3 encounters. But something else happened during the battle on the third floor. I felt a different sensation...

Even before the Wither Skeleton appeared, I sensed a powerful spirit, long before Solomon noticed it. Was he too absorbed by his spells? How could I perceive it faster than a mage, especially one of the caliber of Solomon?

Later, I escaped away from the battle, but quickly the original feeling came back. It was watching me again. I pulled my sword and turned towards it. "What do you want from me?" It came out of the shadows, the watcher.

So much power coming from this eye, I could almost touch it. It was far too strong for me to handle.

-What are you? Why are you following me?

The loud voice echoed in my head, it wasn't coming from my consciousness.

-I'm special? What do you mean?

-Read... My mind?

-What, why do you want to know?

-I... I never knew them, why are you asking this?!

As it got closer I could feel its presence intensify.

-GET OUT OF MY HEAD, I'LL KILL YOU!

My sword was heavy, and my knees were weak, the world collapsed on me as I fell. I could still hear the voice.

Aftermath
We completely defeated the humans on the third floor. I would have eradicated them myself if Necron hadn't made an appearance. It shows how important it is for him that we stay hidden for as long as possible.

I don't understand, do they think our army is still too weak? Why do they want to hide our presence for so long, we could rule over the humans on this side of the world, instead of... rotting down here.

We still don't know what caused this group of humans to explore the Catacombs, but now it is clear they had suspicions of what was inside. No matter what, we have to make a move, I think the plan is to send Storm to the Castle after they flee.

At least I got confirmation that none of them escaped the Catacombs, and their group only had a few days worth of resources, the Kingdom will understand soon enough what happened. We must strike before they realize.

Only 2 humans are left alive. It seems Necron wanted to interrogate the mage, and the other one, I have no idea what the 'stalker' wants to do with him. Necron is very fond of that eye, so it's free to do whatever eccentricity it wants.

The Apprentice - Part 1
A gust of wind blew by a man with dark hair and eyes, who was walking away from the Academy's building. Necron looked terribly angry. Heated conversations with his professors were common, but after this one his mind was boiling.

"How dare they, how dare they threaten to expel me from the Academy! They should know all too well, I can't... I need to know what kind of magic killed my parents, all those people! 17 years went by and they still didn't change their minds"

"The worst student they said! Then why don't they help me instead, I can feel my potential growing, I can sense mana all around me, I was born to be a mage. I just need... something. Even I can't describe exactly what I'm lacking."

"It is almost as if I can hear mana and understand it, but I can't speak its language. Yes, that's it! It speaks to me but I can't 'answer' it back, or not well enough, at least for now." He stopped walking as he said that.

"But what if they expel me, where will I go? I have nothing, if only... If only they could trust me, I need to read those scrolls, it is vital. I am drawn to them, every day that goes by makes it even more clear, the answer to all my problems."

"If I could open a single scroll, I would instantly realize. But I already know, maybe I've always known. That is forbidden magic, what is locked and labeled as taboo, THAT is my language. I will reveal it to the world, and save them all."

The Follower
Another vision, like usual it felt like someone else was controlling it. From there he could see the castle, but in shambles, like if centuries have passed. Most visions appeared from a different time, where the world is more advanced.

The vision took him down a mountain, all the way down, a large portal was standing there on the ground, he had seen it before in another vision. Standing next to it, a group of adventurers he had also seen before, years ago.

-"Lathrop... Lathrop!"

-"Lathrop, I need you to do something for me, and how many times do I have to tell you, stop idling around the breach, you are perturbing my tools!

"Sorry Doctor, it's just... I saw the Eye again yesterday, the one I talked to you about."

"Yes Lathrop, of course, the 'floating eye'. I'm sure that was very interesting. However, I am serious, this experiment is important, you know that."

"I need you to deliver a letter to my colleague in the wilderness, and quickly. As it is getting very late, you can spend the night at the inn after delivery. I'll give you enough money for a room and a good meal."

"When you return, don't forget to bring back groceries and some chalk."

"Understood, I will be on my way then Dr. Emmett, have a good evening, and if you study on the balcony, make sure to keep yourself warm."

"I shall Lathrop, thank you."

Lathrop went down the ladder, entered the house to grab the letter and money the doctor left for him, and exited the house in the direction of the zipline. After a few steps, he turned around and looked at the house. For some reason, he felt sad.

He had lived in this house in his entire life. Soon after birth, the calamity made him an orphan, like many others. On that day, a magical breach got created at the top of the mountain, almost invisible to the eye.

Soon after, Dr. Emmett started studying the breach to understand what could be across it, but never succeeded to travel through it. In over thirty years, the breach opened once, and only Lathrop noticed it, in fact, he was expecting it.

Lathrop was fortunate enough to be raised by Dr. Emmett after he moved into the house of his late parents. He learned how to read and write, and met many great mages and scientists, all close friends of his adoptive father.

For as long as he remembers, the breach showed him visions, sometimes even talked to him. At first, it was vague images and colors, sometimes in his dreams. He learned to live with it, as if it was his own consciousness.

While the doctor always acknowledged that his visions were due to the breach, their depiction by Lathrop always made them seem incoherent, and therefore he couldn't draw the lines between hallucinations and reality.

Lately, the visions were getting more vivid. The Eye appeared again in a few reveries, and with it, more frequent and detailed dreams. Unlike the usual aimless ones, those looked as part of the plan, perhaps instructions for him to follow?

After crossing the wooden bridge, Lathrop soon reached the zipline where he began his descent to the Castle. The hour was late and he had to hurry, but he could not stop thinking of the eye and its call...

The Apprentice - Part 2
The young man was standing on his bed by the window, his eyes lost in the canopy forest by the Academy. The movement of the leaves in the moonlight was mesmerizing. So much happened lately, he couldn't sleep.

The hand he had left of his grimoire started tingling. Sigh

- "You really don't like me, do you?" He said as he took the old book to place it in his drawer. "It's not your fault, nor mine."

Laying on his bed his thoughts traveled to many different places. What was he going to do with all of this free time? The Mage Exam was in 10 days, for the summer solstice, no amount of work would be enough to pass this test.

Already one of the oldest students, and only capable of executing very simple spells, the only reason why he was still allowed in the Academy was that the dean of the Association took him in as his own after the tragedy that befell his parents.

"That man..." He tightened with his hand and spoken in disdain. "He thinks so highly of himself like he's some sort of father figure to me! But all he does is restrict my actions, he doesn't understand at all..."

As his eyes were starting to close shut, he heard a subtle sound, the rustle of paper on the ground near the door. Someone had slid a paper below it. He could barely see from that distance, but he was getting a strange impression.

Rushing to the door, he grabbed the item with both hands, he couldn't believe it. Instinctively he opened the door, but nobody was there, no footsteps, nothing. His heart was beating abnormally fast. Who, and how?

The scroll in his hand was bursting with magic, but not the kind his teachers were forcing them to learn. Something else, something darker... He looked around once more and went back to his room, closing the door and locking it.

Everyone knew he was interested in those forbidden scrolls, that was no secret. Many times in the past he asked the mages of the Association to make them public, arguing that we need to understand darkness in order to conquer it.

Forbidden Scrolls are held in the vault of the dean, protected by heavy magic spells, stealing them is unthinkable. How did anyone manage to obtain one of those, and why would they give it to him now, of all times?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The spell was written by different enchanting symbols. Closing his eyes, he could still see the signs through his curtained lids. The feeling was there, the one he waited so long for.

It was a simple spell, but he could learn it, he understood all the mechanics and all the nuances. Mana was flowing rapidly through his body, he never felt so good, and so powerful. His eternal vocation was finally in his hands.

The dark spell could allow him to become invisible to regular magic. Quite useless he thought, but at least it was something, a confirmation of his affinity with dark magic... Maybe he could attach it to a talisman, or a ring.

What could he use it for? Invisibility essentially makes you immune to any kind of vision spell, or to encounter weak barriers without notifying its creator. But there was only one barrier he knew, and that was the last place he wanted to be...

The Apprentice - Part 3
After only a few days, Necron had studied the scroll and learned everything about the spell, but it took him a couple more weeks to plan his next move. He could only think of one application for the spell, and it was almost too perfect.

For over a decade after its defeat, the Wither King had been trapped in a cage on the edge of the main island. It was well guarded by mages and had a magical barrier, one that would alert the mages if someone entered.

However, Necron could sneak through this barrier without alarming anyone, but only if he used his spell correctly. Necrons goal was to find where the Wither King is trapped inside the barrier, and question him.

He had spent that last couple of weeks pretending to help the guards with their chores. The mages didn't really watch the cage itself, in fact, they would rather stay a reasonable distance away from it.

At sunset, most of the guards were off duty. Necron new this was his time to act, so he cast his spell in a nearby forest, then proceeded to approach the barrier. Even with many precautions, he was still trembling.

He had never experienced such stress in his life, what if something went wrong? As he walked near the East cliff of the island, he quickly entered the magic barrier, and from this point on everthing was a theory.

Necron's heart was beating so fast he could hear the palpitations. As he walked inside the barrier, he was prudent in his actions, wether it be checking for magical traps or guards stationed on the inside.

But once again, there was nothing. Maybe he was being too careful, whatever the case, he was certainly getting closer. A few hundred steps into the barrier, he felt it... An intense magic power that resonated with him.

This foul energy seemed to orignate from ahead, and as he approached it, he noticed that the energy was corrupting everything around it, the ground itself had even turned to a varying shades of gray.

The grass and earth around him seemed to have lacked color for a long time. After what felt like an eternity, he finally saw it. A large and robust magic cage, standing on the very corner of the island.

The cage was made of pillars in a circle, channeling a maelstrom of energy inside, like a blue tornado. Necron could barely see through the dense waves of magic, but what he could see was enough to push his sanity to its extreme limits.

An imposing creature at least twice his size, with giant ribs as thick as a grown man's arm, and three grotesque, dark shriveled heads, all distinct, yet expressionless. Only the middle one seemed to notice his presence.

Necron thought himself to be mentally prepared, but his hands still shook from fear and hesitation. As he walked towards the cage, he heard it. A deep, raspy voice spoke from within the swirl of energy: "You are using my spell."

Necron stopped, he thought the Wither King would be able to speak, but it still came as a surprise. "Who are you, and why are you here?" the voice asked. "Why am I here?" Necron mumbled, becoming agitated.

He wanted to ask many questions, but when he gathered the courage to fact his enemy, he couldn't rid himself of anxiety. "My name is Necron," his voice was still shaken with fear.

"You killed my parents 17 years ago... My father was a war hero, and my mother protected me with her life!" Necron panted heavily, having cemented his name and burden to the Wither King. A brief silence ensued.

Necron tried to guess what this monster would say back to him, but he couldn't come up with anything. "Is that why you are here, Necron?" The Wither King answered. "No..." Necron refuted.

"You said I was using your spell, what do you mean?" asked Necron.

"So the rumors are true, you were a human before, called Kaeman?"

"Fel magic... What is it, and why do I have an affinity for it? Have you done anything to me?"

The Wither King continued: "While I didn't invent that kind of magic, I was the first human to study it, directly from the Dragon's heart. But the Academy was against any kind of progress for the dark arts, they have their own agenda."

Necron couldn't help but think that this monster in front of him was a lot more human than he thought. Of course, it could just be a facade, but he enjoyed that they had the same opinions regarding the Academy.

The difference between him and the Wither King was that of night and day, yet, the longer they talked, the more he found a resemblance. Surprisingly, he quickly grew some respect for the creature.

The conversation went on for hours, Kaeman was willing to teach Necron the basics of dark magic, but if he wanted to learn any more than that, it would come at a price...

He couldn't fully trust the Wither King for now, but his sense of revenge had already dissipated, replaced by the excitement of having finally found a mighty master, someone who could understand him.

Necron knew that allying himself to the Wither King was a cruel joke at best, but at least he would be able to use dark magic, which he had an unnatural affinity towards. With the matter settled, he took his leave.

For many weeks in a row, Necron sacrificed sleep to come back, continuing his conversations with Kaeman, oftentimes going deep into the night. He had learned so much already but was only consumed by his desire to know more.

So when the time came for Necron to help Kaeman in return for more teachings, he immediately agreed to the request. Kaeman wanted to escape, and to that end, he came up with a spell that could destabilize the magic barrier.

Although the spell would only last for a few seconds, it was by far the most complex and intense spell Necron ever had to conjure. He positioned himself on the south-east section of the cage and began to work it out.

At first, there was a small disturbance in the cage, then a ripple in the barrier's energy waves. Necron was perturbed, surely the magicians sensed it. But it didn't matter, the spell was almosy complete, and then...

Tremendous energy poured from the Wither King. The disturbance in the cage became a turmoil, and quickly a hole appeared, growing visibly, the barrier in the skies distorting and twisting itself around it.

After a flash of light, the barrier was no more. "Quickly!" Kaeman exclaimed. He left the cage and fired a bolt of dark energy at the ground, not only breaking pillars from the cage but also part of the island itself.

Kaeman grabbed Necron then jumped into the void, but about a hundred meters deep the Wither stopped their fall and took the direction of a small opening on the cliff. As soon as they entered, he sealed the passage.

"Just what is... What is this place?" Necron exclaimed. The Wither King's acute sense of death had identified that his cage was right above a place filled with corpses.

Kaeman replied.

He had planned his escape to look like an accident, a bi-product of his planning. While hidden in the Catacombs he would have time to heal and prepare his return, while he taught his new apprentice from the shadows.

Necron's Magic Scroll
This scroll does not have any pages to it, rather, the lore simply states that it's a Strange Scroll imbued with Dark Magic that was used in the events of The Apprentice - Part 3.