The lich seemed intrigued. That was all Seras could think as she saw how its hollow gaze remained fixed on Damon.
As for Damon himself, he was sipping wine and acting as if he were not staring down an eccentric old monster of an evil magical path.
"Come, come… sit. Tell me about yourself," Damon said, making everyone in the expedition force go pale with fright as they gauged the lich's reaction.
The lich paused, then slowly moved to where Damon was.
Damon was about to summon a chair from his shadow storage when the lich waved his hand, and a chair made of bones appeared behind him.
From where he was sitting, Damon could feel the aura. Still, he had met someone who was worthy.
"What did you mean by 'predated his existence'?" the lich asked softly, his ancient voice low, almost a whisper.
Damon swirled his wine glass, then glanced at the lich.
"Have you heard of a paradox?"
