The Portrait

Through his Soul Link with his follower, Green could feel Lukadier's emotions perfectly. He immediately sent a wave of Death Psychic Energy over her, lifting her spirits. The resonance was unlike anything she had felt before. Its aura was exactly the same as when she had first received a response from the god and become an [Undead Caster]. She no longer doubted his identity.

Green casually cut through the cage and freed Lukadier. "Tell me what happened to your group," he asked coldly. "Where are Mrs. Hilgaf and the others?"

Through the Faith Line and Soul Link, Green could sense his followers' emotions and approximate locations, but he could not read their memories directly. Nor did he want to. Having a flood of jumbled information pour in would be unpleasant for both his mind and soul.

"My lord! I... I don't know what happened either." Recalling what she had been through, Lukadier looked shaken. She swallowed before continuing slowly, "We followed Mrs. Hilgaf here and encountered something eerie. We were separated soon after. I tried to escape, but no matter what I did, whenever I reached the courtyard, a huge face appeared, swallowed me, and sent me back inside the main building."

Green listened in silence, speculating to himself. A Law-Type Spell, or a Spacetime Loop? No matter how desperately she runs, she ends up back where she started the moment she succeeds. What a nasty sense of humor. He examined Lukadier from head to toe with the Eye of Spirit Sight but found no curse or other abnormal Psychic Energy on her.

But just then, Green's scrutiny seemed to disturb something. A cold gaze turned toward them from the distant Void.

Green's heart jolted, and his hands and feet felt icy. Yet the body he occupied was the Death