"Orestes, follow me."
"Bring along Marquis Hart as well."
Cassius waved his wings, effortlessly tearing the space in front of him to create a massive rift, motioning for the lich to follow him before stepping inside.
"Yes, master."
Orestes followed behind, responding timidly in a low voice.
However, when he saw the red dragon's menacing smile, he couldn't help but feel that things were about to take a turn for the worse—every time this "master" smiled, it always meant some cruel oppression was about to begin.
But the lich's life box was in the dragon's hands, so he had no choice but to obey, following closely into the rift.
Hart, holding a long knife, also stepped inside with Orestes, eyes full of caution as he looked at the lich.
...
"This should be the place."
Cassius surveyed the surroundings, pressing his claws into the ground to make sure it was solid.
