115 Cassius Versus The Lich

"He's here, the Lich is finally here-"

As these words fell into Rocky's ears he paused his battle for a moment and threw a glance towards the tower entrance.

There, amidst a swirling vortex of dark energy, stood the Lich, a figure of terror and death.

Clad in tattered robes that seemed to absorb the light around them, the Lich's skeletal frame was partially visible, with bright green runes glowing ominously across its bones.

Its eyes, deep and hollow, burned with a malevolent green fire, casting an eerie glow that illuminated its surroundings.

In its hand, it wielded a staff topped with a crystal that pulsed with necrotic energy, mirroring the rhythm of the dark magic at its command.

The air around the Lich crackled with power, and a cold, suffocating presence filled the battlefield, which felt like life itself was being drained from every living fighter on the battlefield.