I Reincarnated as the Bastard Prince? Well, At least I'm OP!

The elder lich stretched out his hand and uttered a spell. "Wraith of death!"

The air grew cold as he conjured dark energy from his scepter.

A chorus of haunting moans filled the hall. as tall gaunt figures wrapped in tattered, smoke-like robes emerged from the scepter.

Their glowing red eyes burned with hunger and malice as they swarmed around me, leaving trails of shadows in their wake

The lich laughed with a dry rasp. "IT’S THE END OF THE ROAD FOR YOU, BOY. ONE SINGLE TOUCH WILL DRAIN YOUR LIFE FORCE!"

The wraiths shrieked then lunged at me. I closed my eyes and allowed them to phase through me as many times as they want.

The moment their ghostly form touched my body, they wailed in loud tortured screams.

Their forms began to dissolve into smoke and vanished.

The lich staggered back in shock. "WHAT IS THIS? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD BY NOW!"

"Wraiths have no effect on me," I replied him, opening my eyes. "I bear the blessings of a Great Dragon. As such, Death magic has no hold over me."

The lich drew his head back in shock. "A GREAT DRAGON? IMPOSSIBLE. DRAGONS ARE EXTINCT. YOU ARE MAKING THIS UP!"