I flared every single aura I had, every combat ability. The lich was unfazed. Not only {Royal Aura} had no effect, neither had {Eldritch Presence} nor {Shining Horn} did anything to him. The guy was Royalty and had over a hundred points in both Ego and Magic. The {Manastorm}, however, made him reminisce.
He clacked his teeth and spoke as if reminiscing old tis. "{Manastorm} with a purifying elent. How nostalgic. I didn't take you for a [Sorcerer]." I had a smirk, waiting for him to start burning. It didn't happen. He cackled and explained, to my surprise. "A {Manastorm} is just astral weather, a mild drizzle at that. I can endure such weak effect indefinitely."
The other undead in the range of the {Manastorm} were falling apart as we fought.
The first ti he cast a spell to take over my mind, he was so fast I didn't see the magic circle. Now that I expected it, I kept {Arcane Imprints} active. He was a [Wizard] but had the sa casting speed of a very imaginative [Sorcerer]. Worse, he noticed the imprints as he cast. I countered the spells with {Ethereal Counterspell}.
"Interesting. You have so control over the astral plane," he mumbled as he swatted the imprints like flies, breaking them. "You are quite the resourceful child."
I tried to stab him but he dodged fluidly between my spear attacks. Then he would retaliate with instantaneous spells Marlowe would've taken seconds to cast. The only thing delaying him was that he broke the imprints right after casting the spell, not giving a chance to study them, focused on countering his magic and attacking as I was.
Nenandil offered and asked.
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