Ye Tian stood just outside the threshold of the fifth floor.
His senses screamed at him to stop. He wasn't foolish... he understood what awaited him beyond this boundary.
In front of him loomed a figure far beyond anything he had encountered so far.
An Arch-Lich.
This wasn't the kind of opponent you could find in textbooks or battle manuals.
It wasn't a creature defined by common sense.
In his past life, on Earth, he had only ever seen such entities in games and fantasy stories.
But here, it was real.
The Arch-Lich stood tall... or rather, hunched ominously.
Its skeletal frame, draped in tattered mage robes, seemed almost unremarkable.
It wielded a staff carved from bone, adorned with glowing runes, while tattered garments fluttered around it like shadows caught in the wind.
Yet it wasn't the appearance that set it apart.
It was the aura.
