That Which Is Not Human

"—Well then, shall we finish this soon?"

A strangely lighthearted voice, utterly out of place here, reached the Lich. It wondered:

Was this a dream?

No. It was worse than that.

The situation right before the Lich was a nightmare in every sense of the word.

The boy was coming toward it.

Between the Lich and the boy stood a wall of summoned undead.

With these numbers, a frail brat like him should have been crushed to death—

But the undead were sent flying like scraps of paper.

Some were struck across the face, some took a solid, hammer-like blow head-on, and others were split vertically in two...