Looking for a way out

The Lich had the looks of a gorgeous woman with obsidian dark-hair and purple eyes that could stare one's soul. She had a long dark robe with purple and golden adornments. The upper part showed the design of her breasts, like a vulgar dress, and she also showed her slender white legs with perfect skin.

The first thing she did was wave her hand and make all the others unconscious. Vance and the others should be fine, as they had the skill to leave that place.

Damian did not know if that was the Lich's true appearance, or if it was an illusion. He had to ask…

"Are you truly like this or are you fooling me?" Damian said.

She chuckled with it, "Don't tell me you think a Lich is a pile of bones? Some are, but it's more like a title."

"Title?"

"Correct. The reason some are skeletons is that they give everything to the necromancy arts, even their looks, all for power. I didn't do that, and still got recognized as a Lich. Aren't I impressive?"