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Polybius himself appeared as a dracon skeleton with glowing red eyes, still clad in his royal robes. In fact, but for the obvious sight of his skeletal form, one could swear that the robes themselves had been made yesterday. They weren't even dusty, despite being in a tomb for so long. The lich laughed at the wraith, the injury in his ribcage sealing up almost as soon as the injury had been made.

[color=ed1c24][i]"Oh, little dark elf, you're only delaying the inevitable. Even if you found my phylactery, it would do you no good. It's protected by magics you've only heard of in myth."[/i][/color]

Ophion ran down the halls, silently cursing his ally for getting so far ahead of him, and so fast.