The King Lich's skeletal jaw dropped open, "YOU DARE…" it began, but Berry was already moving, her tiger tail swishing as she launched a bowl of Glow-Moss sea salt at the undead king. It shattered against his ribs, the ethereal blue-green light crawling across bone like luminescent mould.
"Perfect," Liam muttered, his red eyes tracking the salt's absorption rate. "Now we need to get the basil to…"
The Lich's rage manifested as a physical force. The ground beneath their feet rippled like quicksand, then buckled upward. The earth screamed as it tore itself apart.
"Earthquake!" Johan bellowed, his massive shield slamming into the ground as the tank braced itself. "Everyone get clear!"
The ground split with a thunderous crack, a chasm ripping open directly beneath Mirra. Her staff clattered sideways, her feet found nothing, arms wheeling, robes catching air, she dropped.
"Mirra!" Liam barked, already moving, but twenty meters of crumbling rock separated them.
