error is," Brutols murmured. His blue flames split, targeting each necromancer, resembling sentient creatures. Their unfit bodies, weakened by indulging in depravity rather than physical training, couldn’t escape the flames, quickly reducing them to ash.

“Now it’s your turn,” Brutols thought. Facing him, the lich trembled, realizing Brutols' immense power. Perceived as monstrous, the lich was correct—Brutols wasn’t from this world. He combined magic and superhuman strength beyond this world's norms, which unnerved the lich.

Brutols' flames continued to work their destructive magic on the giant. But unexpectedly, the giant roared and consumed the lich, merging with its essence. Brutols watched in disbelief as the lich, melding with the giant, began a swift recovery, driven by the lich's dark power. 

“Damn it, he’s getting away!” Brutols chased with unprecedented speed, equal to the giant's, honed by endless training. His speed was Olympic-worthy, maintaining pace across vast distances.

“Run faster, damn you!” the lich bellowed within the giant, urging its souls, writhing in agony, to push harder. The tortured spirits fueled his strength, though their suffering brought him a perverse pleasure.

Brutols pursued the lich to a desolate, flesh-strewn lair—the lich’s base. The oppressive atmosphere was unlivable, prompting Brutols to continue the chase up the tower. It rose skyward, its peak obscured, but Brutols was determined to not have come this far for nothing.

The tower's lower levels bristled with traps: arrows, spears, and explosive devices—ineffective against trained Brutols. Reaching the second floor, he found a man waiting.

“I’ve been expecting you,” the vampire-like figure sneered. Brutols, uninterested in banter, threw a blue fireball at him. The vampire, wounded but alive, showed the challenges awaiting Brutols in this cursed tower.

Chapter 7: The Pursuit and Escape of the Lich (2)

“Damn... What kind of flame is this that can harm us vampires?” The bald vampire was clearly shocked, but he had no power to retaliate. Brutols continued to hurl blue flames at him, causing the vampire to howl in agony. Brutols smiled slightly, knowing that while these flames might not defeat his opponent instantly, his rapid attack speed and endless energy allowed him to sustain an assault until the vampire was reduced to ashes.

“You... you're infuriating! I must kill you! Otherwise, I won't be able to relax and enjoy watching human dancers tonight!” The bald vampire bared his gleaming teeth, some of which were so long that Brutols felt an urge to pull them out. Despite reading numerous novels where vampires were depicted as noble and formidable, Brutols found such portrayals tedious and infuriating. Although he couldn't read novels after arriving in this 

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