Corpse Artist Necromancer. Once-in-a-Millennium Genius. Mad, Cold-Blooded Black Magician. Those were the titles of the prisoner Rawelkan.

Bzzzt… Bzzzt… Bzzzt…

The sole lightbulb in the eerie, gloomy prison flickered on and off.

“Rawelkan, there’s someone I want you to get rid of.”

Rawelkan was moved beyond words. He would have started tap dancing if not for the chains that were binding him down. He looked at the orb that was floating in front of him and asked, “How long has it been since you last contacted me? Is it some big shot, for the church to directly issue an assassination order?”

“Refrain from mentioning anything about the church, Rawelkan. The other churches might have planted a bug there, even though it’s a prison.”

“As you wish, church leader,” Rawelkan replied.

“Don’t refer to me by my position either…”

“Ah, then shall I call you by your name, Ravelstir?” Rawelkan replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The chains binding Rawelkan suddenly shone brightly.

Bzzzzzzzzzzt!

“Heok!” Rawelkan gasped as a sudden surge of electricity coursed through his entire body. His body spasmed as he gasped for air, barely managing to stay conscious. However, he lived up to his title as a madman, as his gaze was still sharp despite being tinged with madness.

“You’re treating your old disciple quite warmly, aren’t you?” Rawelkan remarked.

The floating orb ignored his ramblings and said, “I’ll grant you freedom while you carry out this mission.”

“Freedom?” Rawelkan asked, tilting his head in confusion.

Crack… Clack!

The chains binding...