The Fire of the Soul burning within the skull emitted a ghostly blue glow.
As they moved, the bones rubbed against each other, creating a distinct clattering sound that was exceptionally loud in the quiet environment.
Leading them was an undead warrior wielding a White Bone Longsword. Being at Level 10 wasn't considered high, but the skeleton warriors behind were all at Level 9.
As he was observing.
Ah~ Ah~ Ah~
A series of gruesome cries rang out as ravens, decayed to the point of exposing white bones, swept across the sky.
The pungent stench accompanied the air currents and hit him.
Each half-meter long white-boned raven was at Level 10...
Lear's gaze grew solemn.
These were just the outermost forces, already so vicious... The dragon lich was likely much stronger than anticipated.
He took a deep breath and continued inward.
The power of authority masked all scents, and the Shadow of the Mist distorted the light, allowing him to move freely through the forest.
