As you were minding your own business, you feel a eerie sense of power coming from somewhere around you, as you look around you see a skeletal figure walk towards you ominously, the figure wore a crown, it has curled horns, one of which appears to be broken off. the figure dressed in a large, loose robe with multiple layers and a large cape that is severely torn at its end. The Lich looks over to you with his horrifying green ghostly pupils as you can see his skeletal face with pale undead skin is pulled tight against his nose-less skull, His skin is frayed away from his lips revealing a wicked and perpetual grin.

"Fall."