Bab 631: Lich Suppression (1)

The very walls of the chamber, expansive and foreboding, responded to the shifting currents of power. Long steel chains, drenched in the ichor of battles long past, snaked forth from the shadows. Each link resonated with the echoes of conquest and the agony of countless souls, a macabre symphony that heralded their allegiance to the lich.

As the chains extended with a sinister purpose, the chamber's atmosphere became saturated with the essence of blood-soaked history. The metallic clinks echoed in unison, creating an eerie harmony that reverberated through the depths of the underworld.

Amidst this spectral display, Orion's gaze remained cold and unyielding. His eyes, like twin beacons of indifference, bore witness to the unfolding scene with a stoic resolve. The lich, now liberated and adorned in his new form, met the unwavering stare of the formidable warrior who had orchestrated this dark dance.