The lich staggered back the moment Adam spoke, its hollow gaze flickering with something dangerously close to confusion. Knowledge flooded its mind, drawn from the rift and strengthened by absorbing the Angel of Death, yet none of it explained this.
It understood humans. Weak creatures that clawed their way upward through effort, talent, or bloodline. Growth was slow, painful, earned step by step. Even the most gifted followed rules with limits and progression being the main factor. But Adam… had just shattered all of that.
This wasn't growth. This wasn't talent.
This was cheating.
A chilling realization struck the lich as its skeletal fingers twitched slightly. Adam's words replayed in its mind, cold and deliberate.
Feed the egg… on me? The thought alone sent an unnatural ripple through its undead body.
It didn't hesitate.
