Nocteron's [Life Drain] had done more than just ravage the battlefield, it had bought Lich enough time.
Time he needed to finish summoning something none of them were prepared for.
And then, it began.
From the fractured, jagged ground of the Shattered Peaks, something stirred, no, someone.
A presence began to rise slowly from the rocky terrain, ancient and heavy, filled with a darkness that seemed to gnaw at the very air itself.
But it wasn't what Elyssara or Seren had expected.
Lich had perfect mastery over the undead, and they both knew he had the power to summon hordes of deathless warriors if he chose to.
A flood of skeletal soldiers, a tidal wave of bone and rot, yet none of that came.
Instead, only one being emerged.
"Come forth, Undead Lord," Lich commanded with a cold smile pulling at his pale face.
His hollow eyes glinted with anticipation.
"And don't betray my trust, or you shall return to the abyss from which you crawled."
