The lich's armor exploded into shards of black metal.
His ghostly ribcage and spine were finally exposed beneath the light. Faint runes shimmered across the ivory bones, pulsing with eerie, necrotic energy.
It was a deeply unnatural sight. There was no flesh, no blood, no organs holding the body together, only a skeletal frame moving as though it were still alive.
The Dark King and the Heavenly Demon stood on opposite ends, while the Cult Leader was in the middle of them as he slowly rose to his feet.
"To think that I even considered turning into that," Adam said with blatant disgust on his face as his dark eyes locked onto the silent lich.
"So you did consider that option!" The Heavenly Demon's eyes lit up. "And I was planning on conducting a necromancy ritual here to summon you from the Underworld. This magic… so fascinating."
Adam couldn't help but nod in agreement.
