"In the world, there are ultimately more good Witch Demons."
The night falls, the galaxy dims, and Galos shakes his majestic dragon head, feeling sentimental.
Seizing the Phylactery is his primary objective, and the Witch Demon's generous blessing before his death was an unexpected delight.
He's almost certain that if he breaks through before slumbering to level 18, the Witch Necromancer's colorful mark will certainly be on the ledger of credits.
"I really hope the Sel Wilderness has more of these good Witch Demons, or... a few more powerful Snake Dragons wouldn't be bad either."
He silently muses, anticipation flickering in the Dragon Eyes.
"Master, in the depths of the underground cavern where the Witch Demon resided, a considerable number of Undead creatures should still remain."
