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He raises his scythe, the weapon trembling with power. "But is he awake?" He lifts the golden staff, his whole body softly pulsating with the abundant necrotic signature in the air. He floats in front of Ophion, and looking into the darkness for the lich, doing his best to mask the feel of Ophion's soul with his own necrotic energy. He almost gently sends a small pulse of raw, unshaped necrotic energy down the hall, much like a bats echolocation.