Bathed in pallid green witchlight, a figure stands beneath a pulsing crystal, the hollows of their desiccated flesh cast in horrifying relief. Clad in moldering robes, covered in grave dirt, their voice carries on a fell wind as they recite an incantation. Weaving foul magics, in arcs of green and red lightning, they summon a palpable aura of death and despair.
~ Envisioned by Leif from Devs & Dice
Cursed Hill Part I: Base of Skull Hill Part II: Slopes of Skull Hill Part III: Pair of Red, Armored Warriors Part IV: Summit of Skull Hill Part V: Lich Beneath a Pulsing Crystal
