The Lich's Last Laugh
The lich's mocking cackles reverberated in the chamber as he struck the ground with his sparkling staff.
The air distorted around him, a land of eternal darkness and despair replacing the dim basement.
Labyrinths guarded by dreadful creatures and filled with traps and cruel trials rose from the ground. Within their corrosive walls, tortured individuals clawed their sickly faces in pleadings, but no one would help them.
The noise of rushing rivers followed, their cursed waters permeating the air with a vile scent of decay and promised doom.
In the dark sky, two towering divine thrones manifested. And seated on them, two figures obscured by a veil of waving darkness smirked in delight at the poor people's sufferings.
Amidst this horrible scene, the lich opened his arms wide and roared in laughter, acknowledging Hun-Came and Vucub-Came, the Mayan gods of death.