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. Patron, give me strength. 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. "I am with you, Soulcors Eclipse." He raises his scythe, his demeanor cold, pitiless. A monster.