William stared at the Lich for a few seconds.
What do you mean by that?" he asked, frowning. "Brian didn't seem that powerful."
He had already observed Brian, even chased him the other day. To William, Brian hadn't looked like someone strong in combat.
The Lich, however, knew far more about Brian than William did.
"He's not as simple as he appears," the Lich insisted. "He can wield divine magic—especially dangerous against the undead and creatures of darkness. And he's skilled in magical formations. He may not be the strongest in direct combat, but he certainly has tricks that could cause you serious trouble."
The Lich seemed to know quite a lot about Brian, which was understandable. He had been imprisoned by him for a long time, tortured frequently.
Yet, despite what the Lich had said, William sensed there was more to the story.
"I think it's impossible that Brian captured you alone," William said.
The Lich let out a raspy laugh, his voice echoing through the dungeon.
