The battlefield was silent for a heartbeat.
Then came the rupture. A black vortex tore through the space, ripping it where the Undead Lich once floated. Rolan stood at its center, his right hand outstretched, glowing with an ominous, devouring darkness. His newest skill [Catastrophic Gluttonous Devourer] was in full effect.
The Lich screamed, its distorted voice howling across the ruined land. Necrotic tendrils lashed out in desperation, tearing apart what remained of the nearby forest. The ground cracked, the sky trembled, and even the lingering souls of the undead trembled at the sheer force of the absorption.
"Struggle all you want," Rolan muttered, eyes burning with resolve. "You're doomed."
