The Beast in the Mist

Argolaith and Kaelred tensed, their hands immediately moving to their weapons.

A slow, deliberate voice echoed from the darkness beyond the fire's glow.

"You continue to surprise me."

The flames wavered, and from the edge of the cave, the lich stepped forward.

Kaelred exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on his sword. "Seriously? Again?"

Argolaith's eyes remained locked on the undead sorcerer. "What do you want now?"

The lich tilted his head, his glowing violet eyes studying them. "You intrigue me. Few mortals fight as you do."

Kaelred scoffed. "You mean without magic?"

The lich chuckled. "Precisely."

Argolaith kept his stance firm. "So what, you're here to watch us eat dinner?"

The lich ignored the remark, his gaze drifting toward the weapons resting beside them. "You have taken the remnants of a forgotten age. Yet, you do not understand them."

Kaelred crossed his arms. "And you do?"