218 Lich

The demon crumpled to the ground as if the same moment in time had repeated itself. The life left its wide eyes. Frey chopped off its head for good measure. The hundreds of bugs swarming about the area fell down dead. Frey spat on the demon's corpse. "That's for Thomas." He turned to see Doevm kneeling next to Thomas. "That's right…Doevm." As he shambled over, his limbs shaking from the venom and his headache, he gripped his spear harder than ever.

Doevm's back was turned, aligning the limbs into place. One stab with the bloodwood spear would be all it would take to send Doevm to the afterlife alongside Thomas. He also held out his Kopis. One stab wouldn't be enough. He could make Doevm's head tumble to the ground, just like he had done to the demon.