"What should I do?" whispered the lich.
They were standing on top of Doomsty City's gate, watching the chaos below. In the lich's hand was the corpse of a city guard captain. The lich glared at Crowne, who was now battling the creature it had created.
"Just leave it! Let's go!" said the figure standing beside the lich.
The lich turned to face them. "But that Undead Ogre is one of my precious children. I already lost Creeping Head. I don't want to lose another one," it said in a bitter tone.
The lich was about to leap down to help the Undead Ogre, but the figure beside it gave a sharp glance. The lich froze immediately, swallowing its intent. Its entire body trembled in fear. The feeling of humiliation burned inside it, but it dared not resist.
"I dislike this," the lich muttered resentfully.
"I will give you a stronger creature to study. Forget that one," the figure replied coldly, turning away without caring about what was happening below. "Let's go."
