Arctic.
Within the ice and snow palace, a burst of wild laughter rang out.
"Haha... It's finished, finally finished!"
Phil excitedly looked at his new body, which was now covered with a layer of fresh flesh over the original skeleton.
Ritchie held his magic wand and stood aside, seemingly observing the patterns on the ground while muttering to himself, "An ordinary lich transformation may grant a long life, but it also has weaknesses, such as the loss of touch, smell, and taste... Now, this 'Perfect Lich Transformation Array' creates 'perfect liches' with bodies just like living people, yet without their fatal weaknesses."
"Mhm, Ritchie, you've done well."
Phil greedily caressed his new body and donned a black robe.
Even he had to admit that Ritchie indeed had talent, especially when it came to studying necromancy spells. His crazed zeal was somewhat surprising to him.
