Chapter 7 - 03: The Fleeing Lich_3
The bones scattered across the ground, straw, and broken wood suddenly had a hand bone jump up with a "crack." Immediately, the hand bone quickly started searching for bones and assembling the body. The proficiency showed it wasn't the first time; it was very professional. In the blink of an eye, it was completed.
*This is probably a skill mastered only by a Lich who has been hunted for years.*
As he stood up, Gray casually picked up the barely breathing Black Cat.
"You... Can you not take me along next time you fly? You're dead, but I'm not..."
From the distance, the sound of hooves and clamorous voices could be heard. Gray hurriedly darted into a nearby window with the Black Cat.
"Where did he go?"
"Search! Quickly search! We must find him at all costs!"
Soon, a large group arrived, brandishing torches and starting to search everywhere.
"Run away... they'll soon search here," the Black Cat said intermittently.
"No worries, I'll fly again if they come. They can't catch me," Gray said while he reassembled a misplaced rib, twisting it twice to see if it was comfortable.
"Do you really want me dead?"