3129 Skeletal Reflection

A Forbidden Mage could only see a small part of the Dark Plane. 

Yet, Mo Fan, a Shadow Mage, finally got to see what the place really looked like.

No one knew where the power of Black Magic came from.

For years, there had been a debate about Black Magic. Some said learning it was like making a deal with the Devil. It would gradually consume a caster's will and fill him with obsession. He would eventually be pulled into a dark endless abyss and become a servant to its ruler!

A servant?

Mo Fan did not buy into that.

He saw himself as a controller, not a fallen one.

To him, Black Magic was simply a tool or a way to get things done. Its usage depended on the mage.

"What's wrong? Is the Dark Plane not what you expected?" Asha'ruiya walked lightly across the starry sky with her clean, delicate feet.