Korig stood there, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
The air felt heavy with tension, and the weight of the moment hung in the balance as he prepared to execute the plan they had painstakingly devised.
His gaze fixed on the distant figure of the Lich, standing alone at the very end of the parking lot, a haunting presence that exuded both power and malevolence.
The plan was set into motion.
The trio moved with calculated precision, their movements synchronized as they navigated through the maze of cars and pillars that cluttered the landscape.
Each step was deliberate, each breath measured, as they gradually closed the distance between themselves and the Lich.
Yet, despite their careful approach, an unsettling feeling gnawed at Korig.
It was as though the Lich's gaze was fixed on them, even though he was hidden from sight.
A cold shiver traced his spine, a reminder that they were not facing an ordinary enemy but a formidable foe that possessed a keen awareness of their presence.
The path ahead narrowed, and Korig's heart raced as they reached a point where the pillars and cars were no longer adequate cover.
They exchanged quick glances, a silent acknowledgment of the situation they found themselves in.
Their plan demanded split-second decisions and impeccable timing, a true test of their teamwork and courage.
Lily and David readied themselves, their expressions a mix of determination and apprehension.
Korig's voice was a low, intense whisper as he outlined the next steps.
"We split up here. You two go left and right, circle around the Lich."
"I'll pull aggro and get its attention."
A mixture of uncertainty and concern lingered in their eyes, but they nodded in understanding.
Korig's strength made him the logical choice to be the bait, to draw the Lich's focus away from Lily and David as they positioned themselves for the attack.
With a final nod, Korig inhaled deeply, steeling himself for what lay ahead.
He muttered something under his breath, a mantra of determination that resonated within him.
His heart thudded in his chest as he stepped out from behind cover, revealing himself to the Lich's view.
The moment felt surreal, the world narrowing down to the figure of the Lich and the impending clash.
Korig's heart thundered in his ears as he met the gaze of the skeletal creature, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly malevolence.
A challenge was issued, unspoken but deeply understood.
Korig's stance was resolute, his grip tight on the crowbar, as he braced himself for the horde's inevitable charge.
His breath quickened, and adrenaline surged through his veins as the zombies turned their attention toward him, drawn by his presence.
The noise was cacophonous, a crescendo of snarls and moans that echoed through the night.
The horde surged forward, a tidal wave of decaying flesh and bone that hungered for his demise.
Yet, Korig stood his ground, his heart and mind united in purpose.
He was the bait, the distraction meant to buy Lily and David the precious moments they needed to strike at the Lich from both sides.
As the horde closed in, Korig's pulse raced, his muscles tensing in preparation.
The horde's grotesque faces twisted into frenzied masks of hunger and malice, their outstretched arms reaching for him.
The plan was in motion, and its success depended on their unity, timing, and courage.
Korig fought with a ferocity born from desperation and determination, his every swing of the crowbar a testament to his resolve.
The zombies fell under his blows, but the Lich still remained, its presence an ominous reminder of the battle's true objective.
As Korig pressed forward, the moment hung in the balance, a clash of wills and a testament to their strength.
Korig's heart raced, his breath ragged, as he faced down the horde and the malevolent force that sought to plunge their world into darkness.
But fate was a fickle thing, and the outcome of this harrowing battle remained uncertain.
As the horde closed in, and the Lich's eyes burned with unnatural fire, the realization dawned that their fate was intricately woven into the fabric of this apocalyptic world.
The echoes of the distorted voice still reverberated within Korig's mind, a haunting refrain that begged the question:
What would be the cost of their victory?
And then, with a sudden surge of speed and a fierce battle cry, Lily and David burst forth from the shadows.
Korig's eyes widened in realization as he saw his friends burst forth from the shadows, their forms a blur of motion.
Everything seemed to be set in slow motion, each heartbeat an agonizing eternity as the events unfolded before him.
As he continued to take down the horde with fierce determination, his attention remained fixed on the two figures in front of him and the looming presence of the Lich.
The numbers on his objective dwindled rapidly, each fallen zombie bringing them one step closer to success.
But amid the chaos, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him.
With each swing of his crowbar, Korig's mind raced, thoughts flickering like lightning.
Their plan was working, their synchronized efforts paying off.
But something wasn't right, a sense of unease that tugged at the edges of his consciousness.
And then, as if in a crystalline moment of clarity, he realized the truth.
The Lich's skeletal face, illuminated by the eerie glow of its eyes, seemed to bear an unsettling expression.
A smile.
In the midst of the battle, time seemed to stand still for Korig.
The weight of that smile, a chilling contrast against the horror of the scene, sent a shiver down his spine.
It was as though the Lich was reveling in their struggle, as though it had anticipated their move all along.
Korig's voice erupted, cutting through the chaos around them.
His heart raced, a surge of urgency flooding his veins. With a primal roar, he shouted, "GO!"
Lily and David had caught the Lich off guard, striking with precision and determination.
The sound of metal on bone echoed as David's strike shattered the skull necklace, while Lily's hammer flew true, obliterating the glowing wand that had held the Lich's power.
For a moment, it seemed as though victory was within their grasp.
But in the flicker of an instant, Korig's gaze locked onto the Lich's skeletal visage.
There it was again, that unsettling smile, a mockery of their efforts.
Dread settled like a stone in Korig's chest. His instincts screamed at him, a warning that cut through the fog of battle.
The Lich's smile held a deeper meaning, a sinister intent that sent a surge of realization coursing through him.
"RUN!" Korig's voice cracked, his shout a desperate plea.
The world snapped back into real time, the cacophony of battle resuming its chaotic crescendo.
But all Korig could focus on was that smile, a harbinger of danger that threatened to consume them.
His friends, his companions, his allies, they needed to escape the looming trap that the Lich had set.
Lily and David, having shattered the Lich's power, turned to face him, confusion etched on their faces.
And it was then, in the midst of the chaos and uncertainty, that the Lich's skeletal hand thrust forward with a horrifying swiftness.
It was as if time itself had been distorted, the world moving in a twisted dance of death and despair.
The Lich's bony fingers closed around the head of David, his entire skull encased within the grasp of the malevolent creature.
Lily's horrified shriek echoed through the night, a heartbreaking cry that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
David struggled desperately, his limbs thrashing in a futile attempt to break free from the Lich's vice like grip.
"Let go!"
David shrieked.
But the creature's power was overwhelming, its strength a testament to the unholy forces it commanded.
Lily's eyes widened in sheer terror as she watched the appalling scene unfold before her.
The weapon she had wielded with such determination and hope now lay several meters away, out of her reach.
Powerlessness engulfed her, a suffocating feeling that wrapped around her heart as she fell onto her back, her breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps.
From behind them, Korig fought valiantly against the relentless horde of zombies that seemed to multiply with every passing second.
His crowbar swung with a ferocity that matched his determination, yet the zombies appeared relentless, their decayed hands clawing at his clothes, pulling him back as he desperately tried to reach his friend.
"David!" Korig's voice cracked, a thunderous cry of desperation.
His heart pounded in his chest, his very being consumed by the agony of the moment.
The zombies' grip was unyielding, a twisted barrier that seemed insurmountable.
Time seemed to stretch, the seconds an eternity as Lily's gaze remained locked on the horrifying tableau before her.
The Lich's malevolent smile contrasted with David's struggles, a sinister mockery of their attempts to defy its power.
And then, in a gut wrenching twist, the Lich's grip tightened.
Lily's breath caught in her throat as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the unfolding nightmare.
A bone chilling snap shattered the air, a sound that resonated with finality.
David's struggles ceased, his body going limp within the Lich's grasp.
Everything went silent.
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