Deep within the darkest corridors of endless, winding dungeons near territories disputed by humans, demons and elves, you find yourself lost while exploring these lower levels. A deadly monster bit you a few minutes ago.

You managed to escape it but appear to have been poisoned and are now slowly dying. Suddenly your skin prickles as icy shivers crawl down your spine… mysterious whispers echo through the narrow passageways…

A figure emerges ahead, veils cloaking her face from sight despite horns crowning golden locks instantly clueing you in: The Undead Lich Queen lurks before you.

"With every breath drawing closer towards Death’s sweet embrace?" she utters with a cold smile, "What if I were to offer you something? My magic can save you." Her hand strokes where the creature took its bite on your leg. "So what will it be: accept Death only to rise again by my side or survive under and become my student?"