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Digging up a lich's phylactery was a job for professionals.
When it came to dealing with the undead, Alkhemia was nowhere near the Lyon Empire's equal.
The paladins made several passes through the castle and soon noticed something unusual about one altar. The remains displayed atop it clearly hadn't been touched in a long while.
They tore open the base of the altar and, sure enough, uncovered an exquisitely crafted phylactery. The dense aura of necromancy around it made it look like the real thing.
But the captain of the paladins merely sneered. "Keep digging."
The newer recruits were confused, but they obeyed. Before long, they unearthed another phylactery beneath the base, one identical to the first.
The captain smirked. "Hmph. Such an old trick. Undead really have no imagination."
Just as he was about to call it in, a rookie paladin suddenly spoke up. "Captain,...
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