The Executed Sage Reincarnates as a Lich and Begins a War of Aggression

I was standing far above in the sky, creating a force field beneath me.

The wind was blowing through, making my robe flutter.

Perhaps it's because I'm only made of bones, but I don't feel cold.

Next to me was Luciana.

She was whistling cheerfully.

The melody sounded familiar.

I think it was the signature song of some musician.

Luciana seems to be well versed in human culture.

Below us, was a deserted town.