"...Yes..." Fang Zhou's answer was strange, carrying a tone of disbelief yet laced with a hidden excitement.
"Then what are you standing around for? Charge up there and finish him."
"That's... that's a robe that can only be worn by the powerhouses of the Naraku Civilization. This skeleton isn't... an ordinary Undead Mage. He's a... Corpse Witch!"
"You are quite knowledgeable, young Undead Mage."
Just as Fang Zhou finished speaking, the black-robed skeleton's gloomy, hoarse voice echoed through the hall.
"I am Vladimir, the Wing of Mourning, the master of this tomb and a holdout of Naraku. Welcome, all of you, to my private domain. I hope those free-range 'little things' outside didn't cause any of you any... discomfort?"
It had to be said, this Corpse Witch who called himself Vladimir was certainly putting on an impressive show. However, his next words, delivered in a near-neurotic outburst, shattered the fear of the unknown that had been rising in everyone's hearts.
