[@Shadow Dragon]

"Wraith! The phylactery is in this chamber, you have to find it NOW!!" Ophion erected a ward on himself, knowing fully well that it wouldn't be enough to withstand the blast that was to come, but hoping that it might mitigate the damage just enough to spare his life should he be caught in it. 

Polybius raised his hands as if to fire another bolt, but then suddenly doubled over and fell, as if in pain, a sensation a lich couldn't truly feel. His bones began to hiss and rattle, unable to contain the banefire he had absorbed. He chuckled, knowing that his destruction would be an inconvenience if his phylactery were still intact. Presumably, it was shielded against the explosion that was to come, but not necessarily against whatever power Soulcors could use against it. As long as the phylactery was intact, there was no way to put Polybius down for good.