Evoking such pure fear just from the mention of Dracula's name and identity was something Aaron couldn't achieve yet, a level of terror that resonated through legends and whispered tales, embedding itself in the souls of even the immortal.
"You! I'm going to send you back from where you came from," the lich yelled, his voice echoing with forced determination as he tried to motivate himself amid the suffocating dread filling the hall.
"Kill him! Attack him!" the lich commanded his loyal soldiers, his skeletal arm thrusting forward in a desperate gesture, the air crackling with his necrotic authority.
"Did you all not hear me?! I said kill him!!!!" the lich yelled again, his green-flamed eyes bulging with frustration, the command reverberating off the bone-laced walls like a hollow decree.
His soldiers failed to obey his last instruction, their decayed forms rooted in place, weapons limp in bony grips as an invisible paralysis gripped them.
