“Priest clothing?” Theo thought he was mistaken at first.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he had been right the first time. The white robe with the golden trim was definitely the clothing worn by priests of Lairon. Moreover, the undead wasn’t a zombie or a ghoul. It was a lich, something that was only possible when a magician with considerable abilities was turned into an undead. That was how it had survived Theo’s divine arrows. It still had half its body left.

No matter how I think about it, something is strange.

Theo shook his head as a strange incongruity gnawed at him.

An undead can’t disguise itself as a priest. Additionally, shouldn’t it have burned immediately when touched by divine power? If so, perhaps a priest was turned into a lich…

It still didn’t make sense. The knowledge he had taken from Jerem stated that it was impossible. The gods, the guardians of the physical world, were the natural enemy of all warlocks. Just like when Jerem faced the lower god Mitra, the presence...