Necromancy vs Conjuring

As the battle raged on, Leon, Roselia, Millim, Roman, Naval, and Lilian sat on a large, broken stone near the entrance of the ruined monastery, watching their summoned champions tear through the undead army like a storm.

The battlefield was a chaotic masterpiece—flashes of golden light clashed with the dark energy of the undead, while spells of destruction and blood magic rained down like a divine punishment.

At the far end of the monastery, atop a throne made of bones and cursed obsidian, the Arch Lich sat in eerie stillness.

His skeletal fingers tapped against the armrest, his empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent green fire as he continued to conjure an endless horde of undead.

Yet, even as thousands of skeletal warriors, ghouls, and wraiths emerged, they were nothing more than fodder to the elite summons Leon and Millim had unleashed.

Leon leaned back, stretching his arms. "So, what do you guys think? How long will this guy keep summoning?"