Its skull tilted at an unnatural angle as it studied the group. Iris, still barely upright despite the ropes digging into her wrists, met that empty gaze with a stiff set to her jaw.
One of the living warriors moved in behind her, keeping a firm grip on her bound arms. Iris twisted once, trying to break free, not caring for the ropes grinding against skin that was already scraped raw.
The lich lifted its bony hand and coldly ordered with zero emotions in its business-like voice,
"Silence her."
The enforcers were already moving.
A heavy fist slammed into Iris's side. She coughed, folding forward, but she didn't drop. She tried to straighten. Another hit landed across her jaw. Her head snapped to the side. Her legs buckled.
The third strike forced her down fully, her cheek pressed against the cold stone.
Her breath rattled as she tried to lift herself again. One of the undead pinned her shoulder with a single hand. She couldn't move.
