"For Andrei!!!"
In the stands of the Black Abyss Arena, the Liches seating area fell deathly silent. They silently watched the roaring figure on the screen, like a row of lifeless corpses.
The arena was silent, the commentary had ceased, and only Lyle's declaration reverberated throughout the space.
No laughter, no exchange.
Even those who sensed the sinister atmosphere and wished to warm up the crowd were hushed by the people around them.
The Liches exhaled a cold breath of death.
"I hear it..."
"The beating of my heart."
"My blood flows through veins, magic stirs within my flesh and blood."
Liches are cold, like a dead pool of water.
Yet someone had provided them with the warmth of flesh, the taste of food, a rising tide of desire, and the flame of glory.
Lyle was a stone thrown into the still water, causing ripples to spread outward.
The ripples would spread before eventually returning to calm.
