A Lich Hunt
Vlad transformed into a swarm of blood-red bats, their furious eyes glowing with bloodlust—the fury that surged only when his great prey had been snatched from him once again. But this time, it was his own negligence that let the quarry slip away.
"Thalassar!" The monstrous roar echoed through the sky as the swarm of bats dispersed in all directions, seeking the fleeing archlich. The sound of countless bats squeaking in the night, paired with the eerie image of blood-red wings scattering like a crimson veil in the wind, created a surreal and menacing sight.
After a while, in the place where the battle had ended, a black skeletal hand emerged from the sand nearby, clawing its way upward as if trying to pull itself free. Another hand followed, and slowly, a body dragged itself out of the sand.