I am Leon, the Phantom Lich. For years I prepared for "The World of Aron", searching for all possible information about the game on the Internet. And all for the sake of fulfilling my own dream... Just as soon as I entered, everything went awry: I rebelled almost in the center of the lands of Light, and before I really had time to come to my senses, a paladin descended into my crypt shouting “Die, damned undead.” And away they went. Moreover, any damage, as it turned out, slowly drives me crazy, but this bastard, having been reborn, also brought friends. And all of them are monks and priests. And where can the poor undead go? Unless to the Capital of Light - the concentration of all the light power of this world. So what? The fairy who has become attached to me will serve as an excellent pass. The main thing is to keep the hatred of all living things under control, and not to go crazy along the way, otherwise my immortality turned out to have its price. Although I don’t care about madness, the main thing is to achieve the goal and...Stop. First things first. So, I'm Leon, the Shadow Lich with a fairy. The undead have risen in the center of the Light Lands. And this is just the beginning.

Author's notes: Just a draft for now, this may change in the future. The initial part is generally terrible, sorry - I was getting my head around it. I'll change it in the future, but for now I'm lazy. I write purely for myself, but post it on the principle that someone else might like it. There will definitely be a continuation, there is no doubt about it. And not small, since the plans are Napoleonic. But slowly and not soon, because I'm lazy.