The manor towered above as Kai stepped through the rusted gates that separated the building from the rest of the forgotten city.
The beauty of the manor depreciated over time, and Kai found himself looking over the details less after each day.
All of Kai's limbs felt the weight of his exhaustion. His body and life essence were used to their limits.
The battle against the liches drained him, but his mind replayed every moment of the fight.
Every spell cast.
Every soul claimed.
Every step closer to the power he sought.
He took mental notes of his strengths and weaknesses. What he had to learn or improve on to make fewer mistakes the next time.
As he entered the grand hall, he expected silence or the hushed murmurs Orlin reading from an ancient text. Instead, he found Orlin waiting for him at the centre of the entryway, his cane resting in his hands.