Chapter 329 Soul Chanter

"The Soul Chanter..."

"Orestes."

Cassius recited the name.

The trees in Bewildering Valley were tall and twisted, their branches and leaves blocking out the sky, as if eternally shrouded in a dense shadow.

In the depths of this gloomy forest lay a hidden ancient castle built from black stones—Soulcry Castle.

The master of the castle was a lich named Orestes.

Centuries ago, this place wasn't called Bewildering Valley, nor was there a so-called Black Forest; there was only a Mage Tower, and Orestes was once a respected mage on this land.

In the magical wilderness of the North, mages held esteemed positions. A great archmage with rare talent like Orestes was highly revered; people built him a tall castle, and the surrounding nobles presented him with thousands of slaves, allowing him to live a life of extreme luxury, viewing mortals as mere grass...

After indulging in such a hedonistic lifestyle for nearly a century, Orestes realized— he was dying.