Lich. It's a word that falls on his ears but connects to no ideas, no memories. It's not something he's ever encountered, but he has seen monsters in control of the dead. This was no different. If it was replicas this 'lich' wanted to throw at them, then he'd play the game as well.

He darted to the left, using a grave marker as a stepping stone to the roof of a nearby mausoleum, reaching into a concealed pocket in his cloak as he did so. A shining purple ball of lightning encased in class dangling from a silver chain could be seen briefly as he connected it to the hilt of his gun before taking a perch on the peak of the roof. He leveled the barrel at one of the illusions and fired a bolt of chain lightning from the barrel. It would connect with its target and jump to the others, hopefully buying Athala time to reach the creature.