He spins his blazing scythe, making a large sheet of green flaming metal between them and the Lich. "Where is your phylactery? I know it's over here somewhere." He growls in effort, his form shaking from all the necrotic power it's absorbing from the lich king. [i]Patron, give me strength.[/i] His mantle flares suddenly, with the appearance of a large, thick black robe, and his eyes becomes both pitch black and blinding white. A deep, ancient voice whispers to him. [b]"I am with you, Soulcors Eclipse."[/b] He raises his scythe, his demeanor cold, pitiless. A monster.