Alvian ignored the fodder. His target was the Lich.
He launched himself into the air, the [Vestments of the Void Monarch] allowing him to glide over the grasping hands of the skeleton horde. He aimed his lance at Harvey's chest.
"[Glacial Void Pierce]!"
A beam of black ice shot toward the Necromancer.
Harvey didn't block. He grinned. He pulled on the red chains. One of the prisoners—a young woman—was yanked down from the ceiling, pulled directly into the path of the beam.
"NO!" Valeria screamed from across the room.
Alvian's eyes widened. He twisted his wrist, wrenching the lance to the side. The beam missed the woman by inches, slamming into the golden altar instead.
"BOOM!"
Gold coins and bone fragments sprayed everywhere.
"Soft," Harvey cackled. "Heroes are so predictable. You hesitate. You care. That is why you will lose."
He waved his staff. "[Spirit Shackles]!"
