She grinned before continuing, "But once she mastered her class, which she did so about 70 years ago when she turned 300 years old and was around level 65, she gained a passive skill that rewrote how she interacted with the concept of death itself. As long as blood still flows in her veins, which doesn't need her heart to pump blood, by the way, as the skill does it for her, her essence doesn't leave. She exists in this… weird, eerie limbo. Not alive, not dead. Something in between."
"An undead," Kitsara nodded, doing her best to follow the ridiculous tale.
"Yes, but big sis is not like one of those Covenant of Eternity losers. She doesn't become a lich or another undead creature that you know of; she can't do anything when this skill is activated."
