Erebus rose out of shadow and dark mana, and the moment he did, the balance of the field shifted. The Lich stood tall and regal for all that he was bone, his robes woven out of darkness, his eye sockets burning with cold fire.
"Master," he said, in a voice that carried the weight of an Ancient mind. "I am at your service."
Gideon's confident expression turned wary as he studied him. "An Ancient Undead. Interesting. But surely you don't think—"
He never finished. Erebus's magic hit like a tide, bone spears erupting from the ground under Gideon's feet while necromantic energy reached for the vitality his Gift was feeding him. In the same instant, I launched myself forward, Evolvis wreathed in Purelight, going for the openings Erebus was carving.
