"How dare you put up a fight in front of a being like me?" the rage built up inside the fallen lich making his red orbs shine brighter. "I ascended the heavens and I have been given a mission. You are going against the flow, soldier. You are meant to be dead. Die and return the flow of time to the original pace. You are not allowed to live."
Bernard raised his scythe again, swinging it slowly but a single hit from it would take Stephan to death immediately. The scythe was heavy; it was the reason why the creature was slow. The long curved blade had inscriptions the fallen lich didn't dare to use. Bernard swung the scythe like a hammer, waving it repeatedly as Stephan dodged it by moved in the opposite direction. Who would have thought that a weak creature was able to put up a fight and keep moving?
