Mike and Emperor stayed back and watched as the lich engaged Leviathan.
The lich was not a physical fighter. It was a being made almost entirely of magic. Death magic, soul magic, undead energy, chaos—every type of dark power flowed through it. Against a monster like Leviathan, raw magic was the best opening.
Black spells crashed into Leviathan's body again and again. Spears of death magic pierced its scales. Curses spread across its massive form, slowing its movements and weakening its defenses.
Leviathan roared and answered with violent attacks. It slammed its body into the sea, sending huge waves toward the lich. Ice shattered as water cannons and freezing breaths were fired nonstop.
The lich took damage.
Its body cracked in several places, but it did not panic. Dark energy repaired it again and again. As long as Mike supplied mana, it would keep fighting.
Mike stayed focused.
