[THRONE ROOM - THE LICH KING]
The Lich King rose fully from his throne, his obsidian armor creaking like ancient bones awakening after a long slumber.
Four meters tall. A crown pulsing with sickly green light. A scepter in one hand, an ancient book in the other.
And behind him—floating in the air as if suspended in invisible water—was a gem. The size of a human fist, glowing with dark crimson light.
[Lich King's Phylactery - Detected]
[Location: 5 meters behind throne]
[Phylactery HP: 10,000/10,000]
[Note: The Lich King is invulnerable while the phylactery exists]
"I see... the phylactery," Alex whispered. "Five meters behind the throne."
"I see it too," Seraph confirmed. "But it's protected by a barrier. We'll need to break that first."
The Lich King walked forward—each step resonating like thunder through the marble chamber.
"You... have... come... far... Further... than... most..."
He stopped twenty meters away, tilting his skull as if studying them.
