Destroyed.
The lich was destroyed.
How was that even possible?
The darkness inside Corvin screamed.
The lich may be gone, but he still wasn’t free.
Lich
Micro Fiction: The End
Sir Marcus’s steps sent the dusty remains of the undead abomination up in puffs around him.
The Knight covered his nose as he crushed the lich’s jeweled crown beneath his steel boots.
But Sir Marcus felt no joy at the victory.
He was the only thing that stirred as the blood of his comrades congealed on the cold stone floor.
So much for being a hero.
Micro Fiction: To the Death
Filled with the holy light of the gods, Marcus channeled all he was into one final thrust.
The skull stared at him, its ivory bone incapable of showing surprise, pain, or even triumph.
Fear pooled in Sir Marcus’s stomach as failure stared at him.
Then the lich was gone, the light of the Holy Trinity incinerating it to ash.
Marcus fell to his knees, another prayer on his lips as exhaustion dropped him to his knees.
Micro Fiction: Pure Heart
Sir Marcus stood ready to lead the army into the eastern provinces and slay the lich.
He had said his goodbyes. Made peace with the gods and his own mortality. His heart was pure, and his conscious clear.
It was the last time either would be.