Lich woke up in a few millimeter deep pool of blood.

He was full and happy for the same reason. After all, it was not common he could eat so much high quality meat.

His robe was soaked and smelled much worse than he would like it to.

So, Lich took it off, revealing meters of hair tied around his body. His mane was twice as long as a year, but in centimeters, after not cutting it for 12 years.

His unwillingness to see a hairdresser allowed him to beat the world record of hair length, but it also had a practical effect. The absolute destruction and rearrangement of Earth's atmosphere caused temperature difference between day and night to rise exponentially in Africa's tropical zone.

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What was dry became drier, what was hot became hotter, and vice versa. Lich's hair sweater helped him traverse the cold nights, but he looked closer to a demon than a human.

He ripped apart some muscles while fighting, but because of his increased metabolism, they healed during his sleep, and he was ready to walk again.

Lich lazily stood up and walked toward the door. He pulled on it but it didn't open.

"Wow. I save your lives and that's how you thank me?"

The freed slaves didn't appreciate his mercy, and instead closed the truck when they left, probably to their death.

But Lich just hit the locking mechanism with his pick, and it broke apart, freeing him.

After leaving, he saw that the moon was high in the sky, so, after putting on his dirty but trusty robe, Lich marched once again, this time crossing much more distance.