He looks at Ophion, and sighs deeply. "I found it. And I know how to destroy it. But you need to run." He slams the blade of his scythe into the banefire, and the ruins glow as the weapon greedily drinks it, draining it dry in a instant. The blade now glows with green flames, flickering at the edge, and he darts for the phylactery, sweeping his scythe in a large arc, ripping it, and the wall behind it, to shreds. [i]"Get out of here Ophion!"[/i]