For now, I have to get this Arcane Magic under control. Discharging silver lightning around the keep and absorbing magic has been dangerous. Not only to myself but the people around us. Especially since my friends decided that when I fell unconsciousness to use this newfound ability to cast a spell on me to test its full extent.
The Spellbook that I found in a Necromancer's Tower can only be read by the Dead or people who are undead. Otherwise, the pages are blank. I just was able to truly understand all the spells in this tome, till a Sword appeared. I have taken to calling it Silver for the time being, but I’ll think of something more elegant to name the blade. It will have to be a translation of Silver since They like Silver.
Just in case the person reading this didn’t catch that, I might be died, or a part of me might be at least.