The empty stalls of the mausoleum were filled with skeletons cheering on for a fight. Had it not been for the innumerable lanterns hanging around, it would have been impossible to see in the pitch-black darkness, let alone fight in it.
[I assume you are not getting paid for this performance.]
Ashton didn't bother replying. At the moment, he was solely concerned about Anna's well-being.
"Fret not, mortal," The Lich exclaimed as he noticed Ashton's lingering gaze, "Your companion is safe and sound within the shell of ice. I have, but only immobilised her. She remains conscious; however, her life is in your hands."
He continued, "Defeat my loyal subjects to complete the trial, and she shall live, fail, and she shall perish. The outcome is in your hands, not mine. I urge you to tread carefully, or else be prepared to taste pain that no resistance can protect you from."
"You better keep your word," Ashton replied before turning to face the generals.
