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"Damn you...! DAMN YOU ALL TO HE---" The golden lich's body crumbles under an unending array of sorcelous spells spilled about from the mage, wind-walker and sylph. Around them, scores of broken and battered golden monster bodies slashed and cut, lying in the hundreds.

A glitter of broken jewels drip from his dying body, spilled with the gilded liquid constituated as his blood. Part of solid fall in pieces, leaving, revealing a crystalized gem steeped in black, beckoning with a pulsating aura.

"Ohh, here's his soul!" Silvana calls out to the man and wind-walker. The two cross their spells, crashing it into dust and echoes of a curse withered and a soul, left to wander the after life for judgement.

As this happened, the very sands swallowing the palace begin to falter, a manifest of his curse undone. The palace begins to surface, an act not done in centuries.

"Seems the sultran had this place buried to begin with..." speaks Sirgus "...I had thought it a product of the land itself..."