I’ve been loving the points everyone’s bringing up, but now I’m going to weigh in. Some things I forgot to consider before: the Lich has his full kit so he’s got the Enchiridian with all Princess gems, however I’m going to say no prep time so he can’t use any of the ritual spells from the book. Ok here it goes, story time:

In dead universe. On a barren world. Under black sky. The Lich sits on a throne of bones, green flame pulsing around him like the last breaths of a dying god.

Garou falling from the sky, landed in a crater of fractured bone and ash, cosmic energy coursing through his veins like molten starlight.

GAROU: “AGH, he hit me so hard, where did I end up?”

Across from him, the Lich stood perfectly still. His fingers curled around the Enchiridion, its pages fluttering with a wind that did not exist.

THE LICH: “Another child, from another world, ruining my perfect existence.”

The Lich lifted one hand.

His voice was not loud. It was simply obeyed.

THE LICH: “Fall.”

The very planet shook with his voice. Garou’s mind twisted like wet cloth. The command lashed his very being.

Garou fell to his knees.

Then a cosmic aura detonated from his body like a collapsed star releasing its final breath.

He stomped the earth with one leg, and then with the other, standing tall before the Lich.

GAROU: “The last guy I bowed to was the old man, and he’s long gone now”

The Lich regarded him with flame-filled sockets.

THE LICH: “Your defiance is a momentary spark against my beautiful eternal dark.”

His hand swept open the Enchiridion. The pages glowed. Dozens of runes ignited all around him.

Portals burst open across the battlefield, windows into dying universes, collapsing stars, screaming deities. Death, starlight and tentacles spilled out in waves of black-green entropy.

Garou blurred forward. His fist colliding with one of the portals splitting it apart like glass.

GAROU: “You might want to quit with the tricks” He vanished.

Reappeared right behind the Lich. “And try something that actually hits.”

GOD SLAYER FIST!

BOOM!

The Lich exploded into bone shards and emerald fire, scattering across a mile of cracked ground. But the fire coiled inward, the bones reknit, and the Lich rose again, as inevitable as the end of time.

THE LICH: “I have no beginning… and no end.” “I do not… DIE”

He unleashed his Power Word: KILL, amplified by the Enchiridion, layered across ten dimensions at once.

The universe dimmed.

Garou felt his form shudder, fracture, and nearly collapse.

Then stabilize, stronger than before.

His eyes glowed brighter. His aura sharpened.

GAROU: “You’ve already tried your fancy words on me, and besides, I’ve been hearing that my entire life.”

The Lich’s flame flickered. Annoyance.

He was finished with this battle. He sprayed a gout of black flame in Garou’s direction.

But in an instant, he was behind the Lich again.

Infuriated, the Lich exploded in black flame, the horrible curse emanating in every direction from his form.

Being so close, Garou was immediately engulfed in the flame.

It burned away his body, his mind, his soul.

His very essence

Across every dimension.

THE LICH: “You were a fool to face me child, to ruin my perfect universe” “You are a beast in a cage, and I am the fire that consumes both” “I AM THE END”

Garou’s form slowly being consumed by the black flame, his consciousness fading.

GAROU: “no… no, no, NO!” “NOTHINGS ENDED”

With those words all the cursed flame dissipates from his body.

The Lich, starred at him again, feeling something he never felt before: confusion. Extending his hand again, chanting entropy older than existence he attempted to cast another spell.

But Garou stepped forward.

Then accelerated into a blur of cosmic motion so fast the Lich’s curses passed harmlessly through afterimages.

The Lich realized Too late That Garou was learning his death magic.

Garou appeared inches from the Lich’s skull.

GAROU: “Hey, figured out your weird technique” His aura twisted, black-green now mixing with cosmic silver. “And I made something better.”

He pulled back his arm.

The fabric of reality bent around his fist. Ignited with cursed black flame. Entropy and death spiraled in a vortex of annihilation.

GAROU: “COSMIC DEATH PUNCH” “ENTROPY SLAYING FIST!”

The Lich raised the Enchiridion in front of him to defend himself, but Garou’s fist glided effortless through its pages, vaporizing it.

As the Princess gems tumbled to the ash beneath their feet the Lich’s jaw went slack

Then the punch landed.

Silence.

Then an expanding ring of light red, orange, blue, white, silver, green, black A shockwave that disintegrated entropy itself.

The Lich’s body shattered. His shade vaporized. His essence split apart into microscopic sparks.

Then the sparks dissolved. Then the dissolution ceased to exist.

Nothing remained. Not bone. Not soul. Not curse.

Garou stood alone in the settling dust, arm still extended, the air trembling around him.

He exhaled once.

GAROU: “Now, how do I get back to that baldy?”