Very, Very Hard

You didn't want to waste too much time, so you broke away from your prey, and with a snap it was enclosed in a cocoon made of endless ghostly tentacles.

MOTHEEEEEER! ~ — It was the last thing heard, a cry for help before the impending tentacle rape ruined the dracolich, using almost every possible hole in her victim to fill with her slimy ectoplasm.

But you weren't going to just stare at the scene, shrinking back to your original size and floating towards the final boss room.

As soon as you entered the room, you were greeted by a scythe slash, but managed to mobilize before the blow connected, glaring hungrily at the Lich.

Despite her apparent non-life, your tunic rose several centimeters in the area of ​​her chest and a little less in her rear, and in the two holes of her mask they glowed with small green flames, yearning for your body and soul. Obviously you weren't going to give up so easily, emanating a ghostly aura that caused some objects to begin to levitate or be thrown into the air, the Lich, even if you didn't feel a threat from her, would be worth keeping for yourself instead of breaking her.