The Lunar Lich
The lich sat on the moon’s surface and caressed the ground with a skeletal hand. It stirred up a small vortex of lunar dust, a brilliant and glimmering display illuminated by unfiltered sunlight. The undead monster recited a cantrip, a simple spell, and smiled in rare wonder as the magic roared to life.
So close to the moon’s eldritch power source, the spell’s effects were magnified countless times.
In the cold, empty landscape, the lich would build a new laboratory. As it began, the earth rose along the horizon.