"Spread out," Draven commanded, his voice calm yet filled with authority. "Crush anything that moves."
The creatures obeyed without hesitation. The Undead Goblin King led the charge, its massive form barreling toward the lich with a guttural roar. The Goblin Lord followed closely behind, wielding a jagged blade that gleamed with dark energy. The Minotaur, with its towering frame and brutish strength, stomped forward, ready to tear apart anything in its path. The Ebon Devourer took to the air, its crimson eyes locked on the lich as it circled above, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
The lich let out a low growl, raising its bony arms as a wave of necromantic energy pulsed from its body. Skeletal warriors erupted from the ground, their bones rattling as they took form. One by one, they rose, brandishing rusted swords and ancient shields, their hollow eyes glowing with the same sickly green light as the lich's.
