"Who?" Within the gloomy and cold dark castle, a Lich, wrapped in purple Soul Fire, lifted its head. It felt that the Spirit Imprint it had planted had been forcibly erased by an entity not weaker than itself. "Who dares to touch the imprint I, Yoram, left?"
With the anger of this Great Lich, many undead monsters howled outside the dark castle where it resided. A terrifying storm of Vengeful Spirits radiated from the castle at the center, spreading in all directions. The undead in the nearby gathering grounds trembled at the storm, and the Soul Fire of some weak skeletons was even directly extinguished.
But after this Great Lich vented his anger, it closed its eyes in contemplation, "One who can erase my imprint must at least be a legend. There is no need to antagonize him for a Soul Intent Level, so let it be!"
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