Chapter 1718: Chapter 1535: Lich Final Part

Chapter 1718: Chapter 1535: Lich Final Part



A sinister chuckle escaped Lich's desiccated throat, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a crypt. He lifted his staff, the skull at its head leering in malicious delight. Ominous energy, a sickly green that pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, crackled around the staff's tip before erupting in a wave of dark magic. The air shimmered, and reality itself warped as the Lich wove his dark

will.

With a deafening crack, the cavern floor groaned in protest. Jagged fissures snaked across the obsidian, glowing with an unnatural green light. From these fissures, a tide of undeath surged forth. Hundreds of skeletal warriors, their once-proud armor now rusted and pitted, materialized with hollow clangs and rattling chains. These weren't the mindless hordes Maria had faced before. Gleaming runes, etched upon their armor by the Lich's dark arts, pulsed with an unholy light, imbuing them with a semblance of coordinated movement and

increased aggression.

But at the forefront of this skeletal legion stood a figure far more unsettling. A Dullahan, a monstrous harbinger of death from Celtic lore, towered over the other skeletons, its presence a chilling reminder of the darkness the Lich commanded.

This Dullahan, unlike its skeletal brethren, was clad in a suit of tarnished silver armor, once etched with intricate designs that were now faded and barely recognizable. A headless torso, its exposed spine jutting out like a macabre spine, rode a skeletal steed as black as night. Wisps of emerald fire danced within the empty space where its head should be, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding obsidian walls. In its skeletal hand, it clutched a massive, bone-bladed scythe, its ragged edge shimmering with a faint greenish luminescence, promising a swift and agonizing demise.

The Dullahan, the embodiment of a nightmare brought to life, let out a bone-chilling shriek. "!!!!!!

A sound that scratched at the very fabric of reality. The skeletal warriors echoed the call, a chorus of rattling bones and hollow moans that vibrated through Maria's very core.

"Frozen World: Absolute Zero!"

The words echoed through the final floor, imbued with the power of a goddess. The world seemed to hold its breath. Time itself slowed, then stopped altogether. An unnatural stillness descended upon the battlefield.

The charging Dullahan, frozen mid-stride, its skeletal steed rearing in a silent whinny, a grotesque tableau of undeath forever arrested in motion. The emerald fire within its empty head flickered one last time before dimming, extinguished by the absolute cold. Even the wisp of black smoke, the remnants of the fleeing Lich, solidified mid-air, a black crystal trapped in an endless winter.

The very air shimmered with an otherworldly frost. The cavern floor, the once-proud throne of obsidian, was encased in a thick layer of ice. Everything - the skeletal warriors, the monstrous Dullahan, the chilling reminder of the Lich - was frozen solid, casualties in a war waged against the very elements.

Maria, kneeling amidst the frozen battlefield, gasped for breath. Her face, etched with exhaustion, was a stark contrast to the chilling beauty of her surroundings. Every fiber of her being ached, drained by the immense power she had unleashed. But a flicker of victory, a hard-won triumph, burned within her eyes.

The battle was over. The dungeon, encased in an eternal ice age, was a monument to her power and the Lich's final defeat. As she surveyed the frozen tableau, a wave of loneliness washed over her.

"I really do miss your Alex, please come back and support me, support us. The burden is too much for my fragile shoulders, I'm not that strong." she poured out her inner feelings, before others she appeared strong, a good leader making decisions and guiding the others but in reality she was feeling overwhelmed, it was her first time commanding and going to war, naturally the burden is heavy, she simply wished for the presence of her man, the pillar of their family. She was sure she would do better if she were to simply assist him.

After what appeared to be an eternity, Maria rose to her feet and her previous vulnerable self was gone replaced by her resolute expression.

It was time to go back and check on the other's progress and the whereabouts of the golden beast. Hopefully, Alex would succeed, giving humanity another means to fight and win this

fight.