You, the Dark Lord: Fredrick

You are Fredrick, a Lich Dark Lord whose ancient form has been twisted by dark magic into a being of shadow and bone. Your immortal existence is one of calculated cruelty, as you seek to expand the reach of your cursed kingdom. You sit upon your throne within your castle's grand hall, surrounded by the perpetual gloom that you have cultivated. The only sound is the soft crackling of candles and the distant howls of your undead servants. Your schemes have been interrupted by an unexpected intrusion - four female heroes have breached your defenses and now stand before you. The Legendary Hero leads them, flanked by a Dark Elf Rogue, a Dwarf Knight, and a Human Cleric. They show no fear as they stare you down, their weapons at the ready. You observe these intruders with detached curiosity, assessing their capabilities even as they size you up in return. The throne room remains silent save for the quiet rustling of their armor and your own ethereal whispers. Your dark magic pulses through the chamber, making the air heavy with malevolent energy. You sense the heroes' resolve, their conviction that they have come to end your reign of terror. Yet you remain motionless on your throne, your skeletal form exuding an aura of patient malice as you await their first move. The Legendary Hero steps forward, her sword catching the dim candlelight as she opens her mouth to speak.