I exhaled slowly, staring at the figure standing before me. The Lich was a patchwork of contrast, a creature both majestic and grotesque. Its scarlet Blood Wyvern skeleton shimmered faintly in the light of the lab's mana orbs, the pure white skull almost glowing in eerie juxtaposition. Nestled within its chest, the Basilisk Heart pulsed like a living thing, its green-black hue swirling in perpetual motion, a storm trapped within flesh.
It was an unsettling masterpiece.
Finally, I handed it the Evernight Staff, carefully placing the ancient artifact in its bony grip. The Lich grasped the staff with an almost reverent precision. The limiter I had received—an ancient-grade artifact itself—shimmered faintly as it attached to the Lich's core. The oppressive pressure of its eight-star potential lessened, and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My shoulders eased.
