The dead eyes of the High-Lich gleamed in interest, the blue flames on its hollow eye sockets dancing violently as it considered the question, wondering if it should answer or not. Another stretch of uncomfortable silence descended on the nearly destroyed area. The only thing that remained unharmed in the whole area above the sea was the Dark Ghostly Ship.
The High-Lich standing on the crow-deck of the ship answered with a chuckle,
"Hmm…Straight to the main question, I see."
It asked back to the principal, sowing the seeds of confusion, "But are you sure that is what you want to ask? Should you not be asking why we are attacking, instead of who?"
Alric frowned and shook his head, "No, please answer the question that I have asked."
