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The Necromancer glanced within the soul of its creation, as Veronica slowly broke it and said:
"You're next."
A strange feeling ran through his very soul.
It was odd, it was as if he had become colder than he already was.
And there was even a slight paralysis merged into it…
"What… What?! Is this… Is this… fear…?"
He lacked any flesh on his face to show his emotions, he lacked a beating heart to even feel the coldness anymore, he lacked any kind of warmth within his flesh, he was a Lich, a living skeleton.
Accustomed to the coldness of his new self and that of his soul, he had never experienced true fear since he became a Lich, not even after having his mind merged with the Fragments of the God that he once found.
