A massive surge of necrotic energy erupted behind him as the Mythical Lich emerged from its summoning circle, its presence freezing the air and warping space itself. The undead monarch floated silently, its hollow gaze fixed on the distant palace.
"Another worthy opponent, hahahaha!" the Lich laughed wildly, its hollow voice echoing across the battlefield. "I feel alive again, commanding such carnage!"
Mike nodded calmly. "Good. Then do what you do best."
The Lich bowed slightly, its robes fluttering as dark energy swirled around it. "As you command my contractor."
Mike crossed his arms. "The Death Lords will support you. Coordinate with them. And there's also the Inferno Spirit—she's hot-headed, but strong."
The Lich tilted its skull. "And the wolf pup?"
Mike shook his head. "He won't join. This place weakens living beings and empowers the undead. He'd only be held back."
The Lich let out a low, satisfied chuckle. "Indeed… this land favors us."
