A shriek of fury and pain cuts through the vast clearing, forcing the enchanted workers to freeze in terror. Muscular orcs, covered in sweat, flex their sore arms as they stand around the nearly constructed castle’s courtyards. Many of them cling to the ledges of the buildings they have been fixing, holding their breath in anticipation and fear. The lean, reptilian giltris hiss in the direction of the noise before returning to their work on the moat and defensive walls. Still, the lizardmen move cautiously and keep an eye on the eerie central tower of the castle. They shiver whenever a burst of putrid green light erupts from the tower’s windows and their master’s screams of agony whip the wind into a cutting frenzy. Even the gargoyles seem to shift nervously on their perches, as if they are about to come to life and flee into the bowels of the Caster Swamp.
The source of the noise would be ecstatic that he was instilling so much fear in his servants if not for the fact that he was in extreme pain. The lower half of the Lich’s body is nothing more than gnarled, barely formed bone. The bones continue to twist and fight to reform into legs while he writhes on the cold floor. Steam still wafts off the frayed edges of his cloak where Selenia’s barrier sliced through it. Another scream shatters all of the glass bottles and vials in his laboratory, causing potions to spill onto the stone floor. With a feeble wave of his rotting hand, the Lich freezes the potions to prevent them from mixing and possibly blowing the entire castle off the face of Windemere. The use of magic causes one of his fingers to crumble to dust before his smoldering, red eyes.
“You find yourself in this position far too often, Tyler,” states a female voice from behind him. A transparent figure walks through the sprawled necrocaster and crouches in front of him. Trinity stares at him with a look of concern, but he can see a glint of pleasure in her violet eyes. Her body suddenly fades away until only the shining gem in her forehead can be seen. It takes a few seconds for her to return with a frustrated expression on her face.
“I’m not in the mood for your teasing,” he snaps as he turns away from the chaos elf. “I need to heal before those champions arrive.”
“Go right ahead,” Trinity says, waving her hand toward his malformed legs. “I didn’t send my shade form here to stop you or tease you. Though, I’m having trouble maintaining it through your barriers. Do you think you could ease them up a little until I leave?”