Maxwell wanted to stay out of the business transaction that was going on at the table he was sitting at. So, he pulled a notebook from his bag and started scribbling some rough calculations. You see, Reanimation is a process. The meta-math has to add up. Sometimes it didn't, and that was when you ended up with abominations that should never have existed. If only Necromancy was a simple as a 'cantus cantatio.' The entire mess of turning death, into Undeath was a little confusing to most people. This specific problem was more of a combat application of Necromancy. Well, kind of. It could be used in all sorts of situations. It was more summoning Skeleton Slaves. He just needed something that had enough energy to power the skeleton without it leeching over into himself. "Wanda, can you enlighten me?" He said to his familiar as he waved the wand over the page, hoping his familiar would see something that he didn't. "First of all, that four should be a seven. Common mistake." The number on the page glowed and changed. "Secondly, Dragon Fangs can substitute a full skeleton. It has a few advantages. One that you don't have to carry around a whole skeleton to animate it. Two, The Dragon Fang holds more ambient energy, meaning that you can swap around these numbers." A couple more numbers glowed and changed. Maxwell just smirked. "Wanda, you beautiful Princess." He said before kissing the tip of the wand. "I fucking love you." He said before putting the wand back behind his ear. "I know."
Maxwell looked up at the other people at his table, realising how his outburst may have seemed. "Wanda just cracked the meta-math on a spell I've been working on for about a month." He said with a smile. His smile faded a bit as the realisation hit him. "WHere am I going to get Dragon Fangs?"
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