After the fusion with the [Skeleton Monarch] had ended, Lich's appearance was no longer the same.
The transformation had altered more than just his power, it had changed his very essence.
His once pale, bone-white skin had darkened into an ashen gray, rough and lined with faint cracks pulsing with green necrotic light.
His eyes had turned a haunting emerald, but what was most disturbing was the shape within those pupils, small, spinning skulls glowing faintly inside, as if they were peering through him and into another world altogether.
His long, white hair remained untouched by the transformation, flowing behind him like faded silk, creating a disturbing contrast against his twisted form.
But it was his armor now that demanded attention, a jagged, black-and-bone plated [Skeleton Armor], exuding a thick undead aura.
It seemed to hum with death itself, shadows rising off it like smoke, wrapping around him like the breath of forgotten spirits.
His scepter had also changed.
