Necromancer Phillip of the Sun

“You're from the Shadow? The Quantum Shadow?” The crowded, vaulted room fell silent. Mages old and young turned to see what was going on.

“Yes,” Phillip answered. His eyes shimmered and shifted as he spoke, from a deep, dreamlike red to a pure black worthy of a void.

“I am.”

“I've heard a few grand claims in my day,” the old mage replied, “but that has to be the most ridiculous I've heard so far!”

The great hall of Calista’s Citadel erupted into raucous laughter. The wizards shed tears of hilarity while Phillip stood silent.

He then raised his staff.

“You do know where you are, boy.” another mage chimed in. “There are easier ways to die.”

The old mage who had ridiculed Phillip summoned an orb of energy that lit the room. The other mages retreated to the corners and walls.

“So be it,” the old mage said, and fired the orb at Phillip.

The others expected an explosion, but the energy was completely absorbed by Phillip's staff. He stayed silent.

The room suddenly went pitch-black. As the story goes, it stayed that way for what seemed like hours according to some accounts, and days to others. But the one certainty is this; Phillip had disappeared, and the old mage was replaced by a withered, grey corpse, devoid of all life… until it suddenly began to groan, and scratch, and babble. The other mages put it out of its misery, because whatever it was, it wasn't human anymore. It was something evil. They thought it best to bury him in a remote place, and so the old mage's grave is empty save for a headstone.

Phillip is thought to have come out of The Quantum Shadow fully formed.

He prefers it this way.

Entered by: 0x0bF7…0FB8 and preserved on chain (see transaction)