The battle devolved into a race, to see who could reach their goal first.
Would the undead army on the outside reunite with the one here before they killed the Lich?
Or would Astaroth and his party wipe clean this abomination of undeath from the dungeon before getting swarmed?
The Lich boss quickly realized its undead were no longer answering his summons after getting struck by the now glowing mortals.
As if the servant of time's presence wasn't enough, who could steal away the fate of his minions from him. Now the pointy-eared summoner was blessed by the gods, and sharing it with his allies.
To make matters worse, the buzzing fly that kept running around his home and charging at him dealing some serious damage to it. It wouldn't even be able to land a hit, if it weren't for the monster in little girl's clothes, that kept harassing him from up close.
