Lich Lord

As Cruzer exited the scorched chamber, the ghostly blue light of the Infernal Wraith Knight's greatsword cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating the narrow passageway ahead.

The oppressive weight of the catacombs seemed to lessen slightly, but the air was still thick with the residual energy of the intense battle he had just survived.

He moved cautiously, every sense attuned to the possibility of another ambush. The catacombs had proven to be treacherous, and Cruzer knew better than to let his guard down.

The faint echoes of dripping water and distant, shuffling footsteps filled the silence, reminding him that he was still deep within the labyrinth's heart.

The necrotic gem in his pocket pulsed with a faint, rhythmic beat, as if acknowledging his victory. Its once-heavy presence now felt lighter, almost as if it was content with the battle's outcome.