Suddenly , a chilling wind swept through the air, carrying with it a dark energy that seemed to emanate from the very rubble Jane had created. The ground began to tremble, and a sinister, otherworldly glow emerged from the debris.
Jane, Damien, and Constantine tensed, their eyes fixed on the center of the crater. From the wreckage, a figure began to rise, shrouded in a dark, ethereal mist. His skeletal frame was draped in tattered robes, and his eyes glowed with a malevolent crimson light. The air grew colder as he fully emerged, a lich of immense power standing before them.
"Viktor Bloodmoon," Constantine muttered, his voice laced with recognition and surprise. They had encountered Viktor before, during a devastating attack on their base in the human world. "He's the necromancer who killed Mr. O'Brien."
Damien's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with memories of the past. He had faced Viktor before, but never expected to see him transformed into a lich.
