Kianus prepared his spells. Everything was in order to send himself to Nif.

He had sneaked in his master's house at night to steal the ingredients, but that was not important.

The spells were all in order. He was going to find a new way to gain better knowledge of magic, even if it meant sending himself to Nifllheim.

Izlis stared at his disciple with disgust. That boy was up to no good again. What did he need to convince him that going to the land of the dead was a bad idea. In fact, most people tended to avoid going there. The kid was beyond common sense. He smoked his pipe, "Kid, you're crazy."

"No now, master." Kianus waved his master away. He was almost finished. He raised his staff and pointed at the pot. In an instant, he could feel a knife stab through his body.

Sweat rolled down his neck. It was painful, almost too much to bare. He said the last few words of the spell. All of this could not be left to waste..