Unquenched Rage, The Next Moves

Deadmanland.

A vicious red flame flared with a hot and bright intensity, as it soared from the sockets of an ancient existence donning a hooded robe.

The dark green figure of Somanda roared in mad rage as the Arch-Lich seethed with fury, the sides of his skull cracking from the sheer might of the force of his socket flame!

"RAAAAAAAAAR!"

His rageful bellow echoed all around the room, as he stood from his seat where he had been performing his 'operation'.

The Arch-Lich's body warped with fumes of rend space and death energy that saturated the entirety of this world which lacked much in the way of mana.

"What is this?! How can one's state change so constantly?!" the undead spoke as his flames settled somewhat, his cracked skull starting to repair itself.

He lay his bony hand on his chin as he looked at a relatively familiar construct a few meters behind him in the expansive room.

A magic circle.