"After all, a Legendary Mage's Soul Strength is even tougher than their physical body."
"And the black one?" Levi asked curiously.
He made a mental note to completely destroy the bodies of his enemies from now on. Otherwise, there was no guarantee they didn't have a Mage who knew the Resurrection Technique.
"I sense the aura of Death Magic on it," Fatir said simply.
Levi didn't ask if the Magic had succeeded. It obviously hadn't.
As Cariss chanted her Spell, streams of Holy Light Divine Skill landed on Rillo, but there was no reaction at all.
"Everyone, stand back!" Suddenly, Cariss opened a Holy Light Barrier. "He's been afflicted with a malicious Magic…"
As if to prove her words, a black mist suddenly erupted from Rillo's corpse, and all sorts of grating, unpleasant gibberish chanted out in an ancient language.
"ARGH!"
