The hunter and the hunted smiled as they descended, while on the other side, hunter and prey were on the ascent.
Ails walked in the corridor leading to the fourth floor; ahead of him, the remnants of the Lich's forces were struggling in their death throes, but it was utterly useless. Ails had summoned his subordinates—Madame Aurelia Doman and her banshees were playing hide and seek in the stone walls on both sides with the opponent's pitifully few wraiths, while Black Knight Morgan Dor was responsible for the attack up front.
Although Ails did not know why the Prairie Elf wanted him to hunt down the wizard, since he had received the elf's deposit, he felt that he could not abandon the task halfway.
It wasn't that Ails, as a bone Lich, lacked the courage to tear up a contract; if he hadn't had such courage during the last collaboration, how could he have made a fortune?