You crawled up from the damp ground, and although it was just a simple action of lifting your hand, when you performed it following the instincts of your body, you felt an indescribable strangeness.
"Is this what it feels like to lose flesh and blood? So strange, yet... not strange."
You had become one of the Undead.
"That Corpse Caller gentleman, he said I am now what you call a Lich..."
You habitually crossed your arms to think, but a white mask gradually took over your entire field of vision. The featureless mask, like an egg, interfered with your thoughts.
That cold voice came from behind the mask.
"Don't hog the Magic Array, move along, newbie."
"Ah, sorry, sorry."
You left the stone slab with its strange carvings as he suggested, pinched the ring upon your slender finger bone, which bore the blue emblem of a nightshade flower, shimmering as it was, and touched the 'A' on it, looking up at the vast castle complex right before your eyes.
