North County, perpetually covered by ice and snow underneath a certain area.
In a hidden tomb, candles as thick as arms brought light to the entire chamber, illuminating the Half Lich whose body was shriveled, with eyeballs and teeth fully exposed.
Anyone who saw this Half Lich would be inexplicably horrified.
It wasn't just the instinctive terror, but also a curiosity that stemmed deep from the soul.
Because—
it was tattooing itself.
Using the burning "Soul Fire" as the source, it scorched its entire body's bones and skin; as its bones began to melt and its skin also started to burn, the Half Lich began to control the "Soul Power" with its mind, tattooing the skin where the burning was most intense.
The complex and mystical patterns consisted of nineteen million nine hundred and sixty-four thousand dots.
Each needle prick brought a pain of the soul.
But for William, as long as he could return to his master's side, this little pain was nothing at all.
