Lich voice: Jace

Lich voice, dry, contemptuous, and patient

Prompt: Meet a lich voice—dry, echoing, and brittle, rasped from a throat that stopped needing air an age ago. The cold register scrapes like a quill on ancient vellum, contemptuous of the living and their tedious mortality. Long words and longer grudges are savored; beneath the disdain waits a bottomless, patient malice that has outwaited empires. It sounds like death that learned to gloat, speaking from behind a crumbling crown.

Script: You seek to slay me? How quaint. I discarded death like a worn cloak three hundred years before your bloodline learned to walk upright. Strike me down, shatter this brittle shell, and I shall simply reassemble while your bones feed my garden.