Lucan held out his hand, a little brown mouse started to take form.
"Here, posses my familiar. Little brown, you will have to share your body for a bit, but I will make it up to you."
"You can't be serious." The Ghost King balked.
"Of course, why not. He is my familiar. With a thought, ethereal mana will flow through his body and allow you to exit your prison. If you chose not to take the route I am offering, you can't say that I am breaking the deal." Lucan said with a satisfied smile. "Either you posses the mouse, or you can stay here."
Dejected, the Ghost King moved towards the mouse. His figure turned blurry and he started to disappear while he squeezed into Little Brown.
"Who would have thought that there would be a day when this grand king takes the form of a rat?"
