He was looking at the black storm.

There was a black thread reaching toward it.

The thread made of dead mana started to pierce through the storm.

��What the�!�

Bernard could also see that black thread approaching him. That weak-looking thin thread was swaying in the wind but continuing toward its goal.

�Black thread?�

Bernard suddenly felt an odd sensation.

It was a sensation he had not felt for a long time.

His back and the back of his neck were getting cold.

Bernard lowered his head.

He could see someone standing on the ground.

The necromancer Mary started to speak.

�I�ve been waiting for this.�

�What?�

�I�ve been waiting for you to turn into bones.�

Necromancers were weaker than black mages.

That was said to be the truth.

But there was something Mary could confidently say that she was better than anybody else at doing.

�Handling bones. I am the best at handling bones.�

Mary could not control the living like Bernard had done.

However, a Lich was both a living being and a being who had escaped death and continued to live in the form of a skeleton.

�You want to give it a try?�

�Yes, young master-nim. Controlling a Lich might be impossible, but I think I would at least be able to stop him.�

A Lich�s body composed only of bones. JrNovels.com