The Bone Prison Spell was a spell every intermediate Necromancer had to master. Used skillfully, it could create opportunities for Dark Creatures to defeat their enemies with ease.
For three days straight, Han Shuo practiced the Bone Prison Spell alone, over and over, in the graveyard on the Back Hill of Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts. His indomitable will, combined with the intelligence gained from developing his brain, gave him an increasingly clear understanding of the essence of Necromancy.
Some obscure magical knowledge might once have taken Han Shuo a long time to think through before he understood its meaning. Now, however, his mind had become exceptionally clear. When he settled down to think, he found he could understand many things in a short time.
In just three days, Han Shuo had gone from repeatedly failing to cast the Bone Prison Spell to being able to cast it, though not yet proficiently. He also formally began practicing another spell, White Bone Shield. Even Han Shuo himself found this pace of progress astonishing.
Clap, clap, clap!
Several claps rang out in the distance. The graceful Emily appeared among the distant graves, smiling as she slowly walked toward Han Shuo.
Stopping his magic practice, Han Shuo looked at Emily as she approached and said, "I've already met Candida. I didn't expect your position in Dark Curtain to actually be so high. It looks like I'll be joining your mission."
"Hehe, my mission needed you to communicate with the Forest Trolls anyway. My position isn't as high as that old fox Candida's, but he still has to do me a favor over a little matter like this. Once you join this mission, I'll let you have most of the credit when we succeed. That might raise your rank in Dark Curtain