An impending doom then came for The lich, suffering colateral damage for losing his abbility to overpower its enemies.
'Can it only cast one spell at a time? Then does that mean the adventurers really has a fighting chance! I knew it, such overpowered abbilities comes at a cost. But even if the adventures really could kill the lich, would the undead dissipate with it? Or not... But such tactics is way too late to be discovered by them to be exploited, unless the magicians could really throw something impactful to it... '
A significant amount of Damge has been dealt to The lich from being in the battlefield, as it lost all control over its body and its Undead army.
Injured and defenseless, the tactics of the adventurers were already at play when they began fighting, as if expecting for The lich to slowly kill itself with its own abbilities.
Hope came rushing down the adventurers as the gold line of protection recovered and grew stronger. It glowed stronger and stronger till it was blinding, a sight to behold for those without one as it could be felt within ones heart.
The scythe of death was held dear in its hand, The lich stood there as his army dwindled by the sudden change of fate. Against such powerhouse of a law supporting humanity, it didn't hope for itself to be subdued by such tricks, a disgusting law of hope and faith.
The scythe was its last hope of being able to go on, as it was its last form of defense against the endless stream of adventurers. This is the very first time of using it ever since becoming a Lich.
The adventurers saw The lich as a floating turbine of death holding the scythe to reap lives, coming faster and faster as it mowed down the undead and thier colleagues to death.
Each breath getting huskier and huskier as death came rushing in, a suffocating presence enough to overwhelm ones soul.
Death came.
But as a man hidden well within the magicians at the back rose, so did a faith full of stars followed in assault.
The man neared the Lich while holding the faith ha had in its heart to not falter, against it.
The starts struck the Lich's scythe repeatedly yet it didn't budge, and all he could do is dodge from each weave of it. A battle of attrition at ones own life at stake.
Time passed as nothing was left between the fight except for the Lich and the standing man.
The man barely had any of its stars left, holding his chest, beating in sync with his breath which were hazzardly fast.
The presence of The lich brought an unending smog made from souls, inhaling on one or even being in the presence of it could result in being turned to the Lich's undead.
For the man holding his breath were worse than death, as suffocation from such things like the smog of death. And his only way of surviving against The lich were Hazzard breaths that deteriorate his lifespan.
The lich solemnly looked at the human who stood before it, it fought well but far from being enough to kill him, yet with each exchange they had he felt something were pulling him away from existence. Lossing his life force which were cultivated for thousands of years, and that years was nothing compared to the mass faith supporting his enemy.
Die!
The Lich spoke with intent, releasing an unnerving force within his own core while lightening up the fire in its eyes.
Double suicide!
The man exclaimed in his heart upon witnessing the change in stance of the lich. 'You can't defeat me so you bring me down with you! How deserving for an undead! ' A skeptic thought brewed within, as he honed his own manifestation of stars to push back and defend.
But alas, The Lich looked down at everything as its life passed trough its eyes, burning each memory he may had as a human and all he progress that he had since then. Slowly losing the sense of reality he held dear.
Then came the explosion, Spawn from the depths of its memories and soul burning. Everything lost its life from it, even the ones without it...
Time passed in and outside the dungeon, but the risdue of the fight could still be felt in the charred air reeking of death. An haphazard environment for monsters of the undead to rise and turn to messy abomination made of charred debris and bones.
Outside the dungeon, The livelihood of the residents within the world lived a merry life, now that that the nearby Dungeon powerhouse was gone the city could finally live free. As towers were built and kingdom rise now that the undead lost.
But that would be too easy for them, said the god above the plane. Bestowing his power to the dungeon to restore the world balance brought from the defeat of the lich. Light strokes rained down intensely towards the Lich's dungeon.
Rising up the former undead to some extent of its previous life, restoring the dungeon to a normal mountain hiddin well within the forest surrounded in kingdom built by the world.
The bodies charred and weaved in black cresent cuts, the bodies of the adventurers were far from recognition from being burned and dismembered by the Scythe of death. Souls gone and spirits lost, nithing was left for them to reincarnate; a cruel fate of those who face the Scythe of death.
Hidden well within the bodies of the dead. Jack moved out the dead bodies he hid at the back of the throne for defense, hoping to escape the sight of the Mysterious man and the Lich.
But in change if circumstance came, as even when he hid well behind the Throne and the piles of bodies. He still inevitably died out from the sheer force of the explosion caused by the lich suicide attempt.
Death protection!
Yet when he closed his eyes ti brace himself for it, the prompt within his consciousness appeared.
'Death protection? Did i die! That couldn't be, i hid so well that the explosion shouldn't have reached me, and the throne should also be able to bare the force; unless the explosion is only directed to those with a consciousness, but that should not be the case with how the bodies is still charred by it... But why would i receive protection from the system? Unless some external force endowed me this that can't happen naturally considering the system's lenient biases... Even so considering the variable that i am an undead, the lich is already dead for me to be able to rise repeatedly... '
Thoughs came rushing in towards his consciousness with an endless amount of ideas, free from the restraints that he had when he was human, freedom of thought expressed in its simplest form.
'Even if the explosion took all the life forms within the dungeon, there should still be excess amount of materials to plunder and ravage just from the sheer amount of bodies stockpiled all over... '
Jack speculated, while climbing up the fifteen meter throne. Stepping down on the faceless skull of the dead, holding on to the ribs and arms as he climed his way up.
'The Lich's body is still intact, that's a bit surprising since it was the cause of all this commotion. But maybe its because of that's the reason why its still intact? But the body of the man is nowhere to be since, that crosses out that possiblity... And the adventures armor is charred so its no use in checking on them for some spare materials... '
Upon far inspection on top of the throne, Jack came down from it as he had looked on everything he needed to continue.
Going down from where he climed up were the hard part, the faceless skulls and the undead bodies seemed to have changed its position in the time he rose up. But he still made it in one piece, depending on his luck to get him trough the fragile steps.
Once he came down, he immediately ran trough the bodies as even when he took a second look on them, there were still nothing special to take.
Once he neares the Lich's body, The deathly and suppressing force exuded from the lich was gone.
'That shouldn't be, even if the Lich dies the seeping law of the dead should be further enhanced than when it was animated, but if the explosion took half or even the whole soul of the Lich. A remnant will still remain as is, or is the body the remnant... If so, could i exchanged my bone with the lich. Theoretically it should be possible... I wont know until i try... '
Jack Rummaged around to find the lich's body, But as soon as he approached the lich soon to be remains A Green fire sparked in the eye socket of the lich it was weak and little barely even holding on. As Jack neared the lich he was stopped on his tracks as the lich talked "Seems like Death are really approaching me now, A Skeleton really? can't The Grim reaper give me credit... " Jack Answered as it mocked the lich "Do You really think that a simple skeleton could comprehend what you just said? And Why are you mistaking me for Death or the Grim reaper ".
To test his theory. Piece by piece Jack dismembered the Lich's body. And piece by piece did he remove his own body to replace.
Nothing seemed to change from his current stand.
Left side done.
Right side done.
Bottom done.
Top done.
Head replaced.
'Why didn't my consciousness follow trough with the old one? '
Suspicion came rushing in as he continued to speculate whether or not it was the right choice to continue.
But as his new body glowed in darkness, so did his consciousness. Ratlling down his mental strength, his body full of larva coming from who knows where, multiplying by the second. Gnawing down on his mind and soul as it dug through his mental membrane and trough his own core soul. A numb sensation took over the primal urge to knock himself out of submission.
Deeper and deeper, The larvas opend thier mounth, pushing away by force the tissues and tendons within Jack's understanding of how his own mind look liked. Drilling down the indefinite amount of teeths to devour and impale each strand of life in Jack, twist and turn the consciousness of jack deteriorated bit by bit.
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
Death protection!
An unending suffering continued within Jack's consciousness and senses.
The larvas gnawing rashor sharp teeth continued without stop, tearing thier way too an endless amount of pblood and fear in his soul, decapitated from his senses but it never dulled with the seperation.
An absence of ones own sense, culminating well in his own mind, shattering any thought he may have as the abyss continued.
'Let it end! LET IT END!... '
Jack despaired within his own existence, holding tight to the domain within his fragmented mind, as the larva has not yet reached it. Hope and despair, dwelled within him. A hope for it to end, and the despair of the inevitable as the larva continued.
A soulless personification of his own suffering came out of each larva, birthed from his own insecurities and endless doubts of his intelligence came, a shadow manifestation of everything he could have been.
Jack despaired within his own existence, holding tight to the domain within his fragmented mind, as the larva has not yet reached it. Hope and despair, dwelled within him. A hope for it to end, and the despair of the inevitable as the larva continued.
But as a shred of light came from the cracks, seeping trough the small spaces where there were previously dust and debri clogging it.
The lights then honoed thier direction towards Jack's motionless body, slowly but surely getting closer towards him. Enveloping the body once in contact, dwelling momentarily as the leisure pace continued to assimilate.
Inside Jack's soul and mental Spirit. The larva stopped from moving wantonly, with the light seeping trough each and every single one of them, popping up thier small tiny bodies to bits of spare energy within Jack. An accumulation of endless spare energy gathered within the soul and spirit.
Aware of this, Jack couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief when the Torture ended.
'Finally, but whats the small particles? What's even the stream of light to begin with... '
Jack became silent, The continuous torture took a toll on him. Disabling him to limit his thoughts construction as an undead, lowering his limit to those of a human.
Once his sense of reality returned, Jack left no traces of the larva even being there in the first place, except for the residual energy caused by the larvas death.