Lich, a shaman that controlled dead monsters like skeletons as their summons. A lich was a sorcerer who sealed their own soul in exchange for immortality, and they were labeled as ‘evil’ by the empire even though the empire was generally tolerant of various fields of magic.

There were no reasons for a magician who sacrificed their own soul to serve others. Except for extremely rare cases where the lich was forced into their half-dead state, almost all liches used any means or methods to achieve their goals.

Therefore, the empire always sent armies to regions that liches were active in to completely eradicate them. The demonic army was considered disposable by the empire, so they were usually the ones sent to deal with the liches. This also meant that Raven had faced off against a lich twice before.

‘Seeing as there are only skeletons, it’s not an overly strong one. They must be controlling the skeletons from somewhere nearby…’

Powerful liches could control zombies, ghouls, or even dark spirits and ghosts to do their bidding. Raven knew from the absence of the powerful summons that the lich this time around was relatively weak.

“Hmm?”

A strange red light flashed from a section of a giant rock that was shaped like a fan.

‘Over there!’

“Killian! Take command over the soldiers!”

“Yes!”

“Giddy up!”

Raven moved to the side of the wall of shields created by the soldiers and rushed towards the skeletons with Widow’s Scream and a scimitar in each of his hands.

Boom! Whack! 

Every time the two swords left behind...