He chuckles. "You've been asleep for too long, lich. Magic has changed since you sealed yourself away." He raises the golden staff. "Power has changed. And you failed to change with it." He begins warping the abundant necromancy in the air, and braids it in a strange pattern, the power funneling into his scythe, and he sends it out in a pulse, secretly searching for the phylactery. "The world is not the one you knew." He begins summoning the liches skeletons, and strips them of their power, reducing them to dust.