Chapter 162 Really? Well, I have a magical girl.

Desmond tried to free his legs, but it was too late, vines of necrotic miasma covered his body little by little until he was soon mostly immobilized in front of the now calm necromancer.

´´ What's up boy, did the undead eat your tongue? ´´ The mockery in the necromancer's voice couldn't be hidden as Araszh slowly approached Desmond.

´´ a little bit yes, but I bet your girl would eat it better. ´´ An imbecile grin was on Desmond's face as he fearlessly insulted the unknown woman of the necromancer.

Araszh shivered for a moment as anger nearly consumed him, but instead of responding directly to Desmond, the necromancer first tightened the restraints on the body of his prey; it was only by hearing the suppressed grunts of pain coming from Desmond that the necromancer finally responded to the hunter's insults.

´´ I see you still want to be brave, but tell me, how does it feel to have your bones crushed little by little? ´´