I’d rule that the skeleton has 1d4+1 levels of exhaustion from having to magic as hard and long as it did to reach solid ground. Aiming with fly, course correcting at speeds high enough to leave your face a crater if it touches a stationary pebble, maintaining magical defenses against radiation, roaming terrors, rifts in space, avoiding large debris. It’s a lot.
Imagine locating the lich, only to find it draped with layers upon layers of half charred, half dripping aboleth skin and grasping a metallic staff inset with rapidly blinking beholder eyes. Its skull is partially splintered and an arm on the same side is missing. Even lacking the musculature to express it, you see the weariness on its face. It’s evidently not interested in another fight, but you’re not a fight. Not in comparison. You’re a meal.
I’d rule that the skeleton has 1d4+1 levels of exhaustion from having to magic as hard and long as it did to reach solid ground. Aiming with fly, course correcting at speeds high enough to leave your face a crater if it touches a stationary pebble, maintaining magical defenses against radiation, roaming terrors, rifts in space, avoiding large debris. It’s a lot.
Imagine locating the lich, only to find it draped with layers upon layers of half charred, half dripping aboleth skin and grasping a metallic staff inset with rapidly blinking beholder eyes. Its skull is partially splintered and an arm on the same side is missing. Even lacking the musculature to express it, you see the weariness on its face. It’s evidently not interested in another fight, but you’re not a fight. Not in comparison. You’re a meal.
Liches are such fun enemies to write for.