Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

After looking back, the lich saw nothing but sensed that Vicente was right behind it.

It raised its arms to defend itself, feeling its spine tremble, for a frontal attack on its fragile skeleton could seriously injure it.

A lich was not a completely dead being. It had its life attached to its mana, consciousness, and body. As much as it was an undead being, it could be killed or, to a lesser extent, injured.

"Shit!"

This being feared its end as it controlled various skeletons and corpses to run or throw themselves in front of it.

The ghost looked at the lich with concern and moved away, thinking that Vicente had changed his strategy.

But just as everyone thought Vicente was about to attack the lich, this young man appeared behind the ghost, one of his arms covered in lightning and mana.

Vicente didn't hesitate as he crossed the ghost's translucent body with his right arm while his third pentagram glowed around him.

The ghost paused for a moment before feeling electrocuted and screaming in panic, taken by surprise by its enemy.

Meanwhile, it felt something trying to corrupt its mind and weaken its defenses.

Vicente smiled as the lich looked in shock at its fellow ghost, not expecting them to fall for such a basic strategy.

"Human!" The lich shouted angrily.

Unfortunately, it was too late for it to change what had already happened.

Vicente smiled as he pulled his right arm out of his opponent's body, feeling a bit exhausted, but not to the point where he couldn't do anything more.

He said. "Until next time, skeleton."

With his words, he disappeared again, moving away from the area and leaving the severely wounded ghost behind.

It was challenging to kill a ghost. Vicente didn't want to exhaust himself doing it when there was still another Sovereign that could threaten him. So he just wounded the ghost badly and moved on, weakening his enemies, which was enough for him for now.

"Aaaaagh!" The ghost screamed in agony as it fell to the ground. "The bastard tainted my spirit! Aaaagh!"

"What do we do now?" The lich asked in doubt.

The ghost screamed angrily. "Do I have to do everything here? Go after him, you wretch! If he escapes and recovers, it's the end of us."

"But if I do it alone..." The lich pondered.

"Do it now or forget it in the future!"

Just like that, the forces around the area where the battle had taken place moved.

More than a thousand creatures of darkness had fallen in that area forever, but this was not the end for this city!

...

While Vicente moved discreetly to gain time to recover, Layla was far from where she had fled earlier.

She had already searched many more areas during Vicente's battle with the enemies, trying to ignore her worries while concentrating on finding things useful for them.

She had just found something that almost seduced her: a bright red pill floating near what looked like an ancient altar.

'That pill...' She swallowed her saliva as she felt her heart beat faster and her pores release sweat.

As she approached the pill, red eyes watched her from the shadows of the area, silently waiting for her.

She climbed the steps before it, slowly reaching one hand toward the pill.

Just as she was about to reach it, a voice came, and she looked away.

"Look out!"

She saw bars fall from the ceiling, something that would trap her in this place in a split second.

She didn't hesitate to move when she saw the zombies coming out of their hiding places.

'Shit!'

She acted quickly, narrowly slipping under the sharp-edged grate that had fallen from the ceiling to trap her.

"You shouldn't have done that, human." The only lich in the area said as it appeared among the zombies.

But as the negative beings of this place appeared from practically all sides of the area, a pale, very dirty, and injured woman with greenish hair appeared on the roof.

"Run! Such traps surround all the valuable resources of this damned city!" The woman shouted as she moved across the ceiling, not interested in staying behind to help Layla any more than she already had.

"Damn you! Kill this fool!" the 3rd stage lich shouted at the zombies.

Layla watched as the woman disappeared from the ceiling, imagining that she must be one of the other survivors of the group waiting outside The Skull City.

Layla would then move away from the spot, quickly dodging any enemies that tried to attack her and head towards the aura of the person who had helped her.

Layla had a good heart, so she often returned favors. Leaving the area without further trouble, she would soon appear in front of the green-haired woman.

"So fast?" The injured person exclaimed in surprise as she went back to her hiding place.

"Thank you for your help. Are you the companion of that group outside The Skull City?"

"Oh?" The woman opened her mouth in surprise. "You saw my companions?"

"Yes, my companion and I saw them when we came here. They asked us to bring your Flames of Life to check your vital status." Layla commented.

"Sigh, unfortunately, I am the only survivor. Two days ago, we were forced to split up after falling into an enemy trap.

I was the only one to escape with the help of my friend, Ivan. But zombies and liches surrounded them... Now they're probably dead." She said in a depressed tone.

Layla lamented. "I don't know what happened, but my companion and I entered this city less than 30 minutes ago. When we entered, one of your companions was still alive. His Flame of Life indicated that he was in great danger of dying, but he was still alive."

"What?" The woman looked at Layla in shock, not expecting one of them to still be alive.

The Flame of Life was very special. If it didn't go out, it meant the person marked by it still had a chance to survive.

It wouldn't show any sign of life if its target's mind had been destroyed or something irreparable had happened. Any sign, no matter how bad, indicated that there was still a chance for that soul.

"Shit! What have I done?" She asked herself as she stopped moving, thinking that she had abandoned her companions when she could have saved at least one of them.

Layla understood and said. "Don't think like that. You couldn't have known."

"Even so... Sigh, miss, please help me!" She looked into Layla's eyes and pleaded. "Please cover me. That's all I ask! I'll do the rest myself to save my companion!"

Layla clenched her fists. "Show me the way. If I can help you, I will. But if the danger is too great, we'll have to part ways."

That was better than nothing, and soon, the green-haired woman was on her way to the place she had left days ago.