The Lich's hideous laughter echoed through the long chamber, each of her figures simmering and shifting in the dim lighting as if the shadows stretched and twisted around the woman's manged form. She was confident and taunting those who approached her now.

"Only toys. Only toys. Little brittle toys." She cooed between fits of screaming laughter.

Vincent's shot sparked to life but instead of hitting one of the images, it crashed into the Lich. Her laughter was replaced by a pained scream as her dark lovely form began to melt away and reveal her true rotting form. "INTRUDERS!" She cried as a torrent of magic was released from her palms. The magical missiles shot around the room, each one crashing into each member of the group.

"You will not leave here!" She screamed as a magical spark of purple was drawn around her. In a blink of an eye, she appeared behind the group, in between them and the exit.

The scent would hit everyone first, causing them to turn. Her body was rotted and as thin as the rags she wore.