As the massive magic circle pulsed with dark energy, the Lich began to chant in a deep, resonant voice, its tone carrying the weight of ancient knowledge and forbidden power. The words were in a language long forgotten by most, a tongue of eldritch origins that echoed through the blood-soaked Citadel of War like a dirge from another world. Each syllable rolled off the Lich's spectral tongue with a chilling precision, the very sound of it causing the air to tremble and the ground to shudder in response.
The magic circle responded to the chant, its crimson glow intensifying, casting eerie, pulsating light across the battlefield. The symbols within the circle seemed to shift and writhe as if alive, reacting to the ancient incantation with a fervent energy. Tendrils of dark magic rose from the circle, swirling around the Lich, coiling around its spectral form like serpents of shadow and blood.
