The Wielder of Death Magic - Chapter 18

... give me a true girl’s name. Undrar is a bit uncommon.”

“With pleasure,” he said with a smile.

In a dimly lit room, the foul smell of rotting corpses, urine, and stale food. He awoke to only suffocate. The ice-cold and slippery surface was none other than a pile of bodies that had aged forever. The hands shook, fear settled, it took control over the mind.

“Staxius,” a soft voice broke the inquietude, “-it’s me Undrar, I’m currently inside thy mind. My physical body can’t ...