[@Shadow Dragon]

Polybius let out a growl, probably for the first time since he was alive. Coming from an empty skull, it was a strange sound indeed, more akin to a hiss. He calculated that he could take on either Ophion or Soulcors, not both. Not as he was. 

[color=ed1c24][i]"If you want to see me change, I won't disappoint you!"[/i][/color] The lich teleported himself a short distance, into one of his banefire braziers. Structurally, said brazier was a metal platform hosting a sickly green flame. Said flame was used for rapidly decaying matter so as to break it down into a state the lich could absorb for energy. Placing himself into the flame was a calculated risk, albeit a large one. The flames were very potent, and setting one off would likely detonate the others in the room, and there were four such braziers in total.

"Soulcors, we'd better be careful. He's playing with a [i]lot[/i] of power. If he can't control the flames, he could end up blowing this place sky-high!" It might have been worse than that. Banefire was already attuned to the netherworld. A catastrophic explosion could very well tear open a hole to other planes, or weaken the fabric of reality so as to lead to a tear later. 

"Can you find his phylactery? I can fight the lich directly if you can get onto that!"