"An ogre's finger, a hydra lizard's scale, a snowman's heart..."
"Soul devouring grass..."
"A banshee's feather..."
The lich muttered under his breath as he frantically rummaged through boxes and drawers.
Several bloody hands floated in the air, waving and searching for the necessary spellcasting materials as if they were alive.
The entire Soulcry Castle came alive, with wandering specters, armored death guards, flying skulls, and putrid zombies searching everywhere for him.
Now Orestes was utterly certain—the dragon had found him!
An ancient Red Dragon-level existence was about to descend upon Soulcry Castle; even more terrifying was the red dragon clutching his Life Box in its grasp. He had to be fully prepared to face this!
The lich had naturally considered the extreme circumstance of his Life Box being stolen.
He had memorized many sinister spells, such as the Spectral Curse Spell and Death Reclaim, mostly to curse the thief of his Life Box and retrieve it.