The first attempt ended up a monstrosity, and Rino demolished it with a stomp of his boots. Nobody should see this atrociousness!
It was exceedingly hard for Rino to form the right shape that he had in mind. This lump of clay just wouldn't work with him, and the lich was close to giving up when his saviour appeared.
"You appear troubled," the voice spoke from his shadows, and for a while, RIno wondered who it was.
The shadows rippled, and Rino blinked, trying to refresh his memory of where he saw this wraith before.
"You are…?"
King Wraith Ubel was rather saddened. For the longest time, he worked silently behind the scenes in the dreary swamp, forgotten by everyone. If there was someone he thought would remember his existence as the guardian of Noir Province, he thought it would be the powerful lich who named him.
"I am Wraith King Ubel. You named me after winning the Ghost Cypress Tree over."
