Once the skeleton disappeared from the corridor in front of lphie the sounds of distant screeches and explosions began to echo through the dungeon. lphie’s eyes widened and she curled up on her stone bench, staring out into the corridor as the sounds continued echoing through the halls.
At last, after a long while silence ca, and the silence was almost worse, because it was impossible to know what it ant. After a few monts quieter clangs and rustles began indicating that whoever had won the fight wasn’t dead yet. After a while, when lphie almost couldn’t take the suspense any longer, footsteps began to ring out clear and cold against the stone floors, drawing closer with every asured step.
lphie rushed to the edge of her cell in dread, staring out at the stairs at the end of the corridor to see who or what had erged victorious. Her anticipation was flaunted though, because the footsteps seed to pause halfway down the stairs. Another terrible mont of silence passed only for a figure to materialize right in front of lphie’s cell, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin in fright.
"Ahh!" She tried to scream, but her voice was hoarse and it only ca out as a whisper.
"Oh? What do we have here?" The figure was a tall bronze-skinned man. Most of his chest was exposed under loose-fitting robes that tucked into a billowing pair of shorts.
"You seem to be the only thing left alive in this poor excuse for a lab, are you a test subject or a pet, hmm?"
The figure looked at her with amusent in his warm brown eyes.
"I—" She tried to croak, but he stopped her.
"Oh hush, child, don’t mind it was only rhetorical. Co" He opened the cell door with a wave of his hand. Let free you from this dump." He extended a hand to the girl. lphie trembled, still looking at him with hesitancy and uncertainty, but took his hand nonetheless only to vanish from the cell and rematerialize in the forested landscape above.
lphie squinted under the sudden daylight, slowly falling to the ground as her weak legs were unable to fully support her.
"Now," the man patted her hand kindly. "I still have so matters to attend to cleaning up that lab, but I’ll be right back, and lissa here," He seed to pull a ghost from nowhere, who suddenly materialized next to lphie. "Will stand watch over you. I know she’s a ghost, but don’t worry she’s quite friendly." He winked then vanished once more.
The scene changed again and this ti lphie was sitting with the man who had rescued her in a warm study. So of the vacant look was gone from her eyes and she wore robes similar to the man’s though they showed far less skin.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this? Once you undergo the rite of the Lich you won’t be able to go back to being just human again."
"I want to be useful to you Petrid, I don’t want to just stay at ho like a house cat, while you’re out there fighting. You saved my life, let give sothing back for once."
The man sighed. "Alright, lphie, I won’t hold you back." He tussled her hair affectionately. "Just promise you won’t do anything reckless just because you can resurrect. Coming back to life changes people, it can affect your mind and your soul. I’d rather you didn’t have to go through that."
"Of course!" lphie smiled brilliantly, hugging the man.
The scene changed once more. A vampire sitting on a throne of skulls in a dark towering throne room. lphie and Petrid stood before him, their gazes hardened. Clashes of battle and flashes of magic went on behind them as an army of ghosts clashed against an army of vampires.
"So you’ve co at last, Phantom." The vampire smiled savagely. "I’ve been expecting you."
With a wave of his hand the lights in the castle turned red, and Petrid’s form turned more and more insubstantial. Petrid and lphie ignored the changes charging towards the vampire.
Petrid blinked in and out of existence around the vampire striking each ti from a new position, while lphie kept her distance, sending spell after spell at the porcelain-faced man.
The vampire moved with inhuman speeds, his form a blur every ti he moved to intercept one of Petrid’s hits or twisted to avoid the effects of lphie’s spells.
Sotis he took their hits, his flesh burning only to instantly revitalize itself as he laughed. "More! More!" He yelled. "Show what the demigod of the North is capable of! This isn’t nearly enough to entertain !"
At last after a few minutes of clashes, though, the vampire suddenly reached out into empty space and grabbed Petrid by the throat as he materialized. "This is how you killed that pathetic Lich child?" The vampire sneered.
lphie, with her heart in her throat, desperately sent spell after spell, but her magic was too weak to do anything against the vampire’s insane regeneration skills, and he just ignored her, letting his healing work its magic. "You think you’re so special with two divinity shards? You think you’re invincible, because you’re undead?" The vampire sneered and brought Petrid in close as the Phantom struggled in vain against the vampire’s iron-clad grip. "You’re no more than a child playing at divinity." White, translucent blood dripped from the sides of Petrid’s neck as he looked down at the vampire in terror.
"You have no idea what fear ans, what pain ans." The vampire’s sneer curled into a cruel smile. "You should have given up when you had the chance." The vampire suddenly turned to lphie and pulled her towards him with an invisible force.
Unable to resist she found herself kneeling before the vampire, who still held Petrid by the neck. He looked at her with desperate, horrified eyes as the vampire sent tendrils of lightning through her, lighting her up like a torch as she scread in agony.
But the lightning did not kill her. Over and over, the vampire shocked her with lightning, giving her just enough ti to rember that she was still alive before he shocked her once more, as Petrid could do nothing but watch, tears streaming down his face.
"Oops!" The vampire laughed after several minutes had elapsed. "Seems I killed her. I didn’t know you raised your apprentices to be so weak, Phantom!" But instead of looking at her with fear or desperation, in the last monts of consciousness as the scene began fading, Petrid weakly smiled at her.
"Sorry." He mouthed.
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