Shadow Lich

As the lich lay sprawled on the obsidian floor, its skeletal form quivering and flickering like a dying flame, I approached cautiously, my blade held at the ready.

The room still crackled with the echoes of our battle, and an eerie silence hung heavy in the air.

"..."

My gaze fixed upon the lich's eye sockets, now empty voids that seemed to peer into the depths of oblivion. The crimson flames that once burned within them had been extinguished, leaving only an unsettling emptiness in their wake.

An eerie feeling passed through me as I stared into those hollow sockets as if they held secrets of a bygone era.

Swish...

I raised my blade, prepared to end this ancient menace once and for all.

But just as I was about to deliver the final blow, a sudden, massive surge of Mana radiated from the lich's being. It was as if the very essence of the spire itself responded to the lich's distress, sending shockwaves of energy through the chamber.