Night had fallen, and Isabel was organizing a small mountain of experimental data by candlelight.
Even though it contained extremely valuable knowledge, Isabel wished she could forget it immediately, as the content was too horrifying to contemplate.
Isabel had once thought that the Lich Lord was one of the rare benevolent ones, but the information before her revealed a cruel truth.
The Lich was still a Lich after all.
Undead have no morals or bottom line, they are capable of anything.
Isabel's hands trembled, but she dared not stop, fearing she too might become the subject of one of these experiment reports.
Fear reddened her eyes, but Isabel found no one to confide in. Her brother Raul had become a devoted follower of the Lich Lord, obeying his commands unconditionally.
Were he to know her feelings, Raul might even punish her severely.
The only person Isabel could think of now was her teacher, the ever-elusive Castle Ghost.
