WHOSH!!!
SLEEKKK!!!
The golden slash of Lucien vertically cut through the ray of death in the middle, at the very last moment, right before it was about to blast him to smithereens. The air sizzled for a moment, and two deep dark craters formed on his two sides as the dark ray hit the bloody ground.
The ground wilted as if rotten, sinking deeper, and a putrid stench rose from the craters, making Lucien feel nauseated.
The cloaked figure of the mid-3rd-phase Lich glided across the skies in imposing grandeur; only his skull face could be seen as the long cloak fluttered in the waves of destruction all around, flaring blue flames that resembled the eyes of a dreaded monster, locked onto Lucien with a curious glint.
A black magic staff was in the creature's hands, a large white Mana crystal embedded on its top, that flickered between white and gray.
