Alex managed, against his better nature to run, to work up the confidence to approach the people. This boy, looking like a cultist in black robes, woolen white pants, h-protagonist hair, and backpack drew near and said, shakily, “My name is Alex. Yours?” To him, these strange people had that look, gods among men who could kill with glances with their steely gazes, that and one had a rapier, open carry.

Alex was just fresh out of the portal. He burned through almost all his magic ability just to get enough favour with his dark boss to fix himself, but he was back to normal, abeit with a stich here, and some new spells. Gone were the virgin eldritch blast and in was ChAoS fire, he also had several closets worth of bones, of differing races, so he thought he would be fine, hopefully, possibly? Oh god. Alex lost a great deal of composure, and began watching, paranoid.

<i>A skeleton killer! That ain’t good!</i> Alex skittered off, re-raising his skellies away from Asami and telling them to, in skeleton talk, “Stay away from the death-girl.” A message that would be relayed to all the living bones. He then said in normal English, “Necromancy and healing are pretty similar.”<div class='edited'>(edited by Alex_The_Returned)</div>

<spoiler>night</spoiler> Alex would rather get something done, and wrote a note, “I might be a suspicious but I can be helpful. I’m just looking for a place in this world.”

Somehow, he didn't notice the man until it was too late, and he jumped back, &quot;W-who are you!?&quot; He knew it, he was <i>fucked</i><div class='edited'>(edited by Alex_The_Returned)</div>

Alex woke up and noticed the people, and the only thing he could force his terrified body to say and do was wave, smile meekly and say, “Hello. You guys like the skeletons?”

<spoiler>Thanks for waiting</spoiler><div class='edited'>(edited by Alex_The_Returned)</div>

Kitten squad, i guess The true sumnation they all have returned, now here is everyone

Alex tossed himself behind a couch, carrying a small pouch along with him. he needed time to think, to plan. He was down in a hole as in order to use his necromancies, he sacrificed his raw magical aptitude, which would come back stronger with training. But he didn't have time to train his magic, no, but he had one thing going for him: chaos flare. He tossed one out, and then he got all the way down. the flare flew like a dart, landing somewhere turning it to water, mixed with liquid molybdenum. He threw another, but hit the wall. It was a weak strike, but an unpredictable one.<div class='edited'>(edited by Alex_The_Returned)</div>

“What do you mean? This is the pinnacle of creation!” As Alex says this, the long boys lift him up on top of a tree, “See? Magic is a tool, and it can kill people,” Alex snaps and all the skeletons fall apart, “But these powers carry wonders!” The skeletons put themselves back together. “life and death are two sides of the same coin, and I use both liberally.”