"I was born with necromancy. Does that mean that I could become one of these demigod level mages?" He rubs his chin. "And if I can, what then? I'd be hunted everywhere I go. Undead would rise around me just by the sheer force of the aura those kinds of mages produce. And what would it take to get there?" He chuckles softly. "That's funny to think about. A kindhearted demigod of death." He shrugs. "But what do you two think about that prospect? Should I try to gain that level of power?" He runs his finger along the blade of his scythe. "I don't want to seem greedy or power hungry. Polybius was a lich. Would he have been able to gain that level of strength?"