"Not just an opportunity," Liam corrected, his red eyes intense. "A necessity."
The King Lich raised both arms, and the very air grew cold as death magic gathered. "I WILL SHOW YOU THE TRUE MEANING OF—"
"NOW!" Liam shouted, and the party moved with skilful coordination, even though they had just practised just once outside.
Rogue launched himself off a pile of rubble, tossing a pouch to Elizabeth midair. "Catch the garnish, Princess!"
She didn't aim for the heart. She drove her rapier into the salt-fractures Liam had hammered into the Lich's ribcage two rotations ago, and the pouch burst on impact.
A cloud of dried basil exploded into the Lich's chest cavity.
The King Lich made a sound, a cough, maybe, Dry and rattling and deeply confused, which shouldn't have been possible for a creature without lungs.
"IS THIS… HERBS?" The Lich looked down at its own ribcage. "YOU ARE ATTACKING THE LORD OF THE VOID WITH PESTO INGREDIENTS?"
