Carl stared at the creepy shadow made from black mist that kept wavering in the air and felt all his hair stand on end.
“What in the world is that,” he thought, even though he already had an answer. That thing was the lich.
There was no way the evil lich would allow his pawns to do whatever they liked. Casting the Obliviate Curse on them was only part of the plan. The real reason for doing so was to implant part of himself in each of the mercenary soldiers.
Boom! The hidden entrance to the cave was suddenly blasted open and the moonlight shone in brightly.
Carl looked toward the entrance and his gaze hardened. Another uninvited guest had turned up.
A young woman who looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen was floating in mid-air in front of the entrance. Her skin was fair and sup
