During this short moment of confusion, Ephine had taken the chance to attack the lich once more. In a battle like this, a moment of confusion could be fatal, and this small distraction from Thufrat was enough to turn the battle in their favour. With a wave of her arm, a golden sword materialised out of thin air and propelled itself through the air. The lich's soul had trembled when Thufrat's bloodline went out of control, and it had still not recovered. Seeing the sword flying towards it, it could only try to brace itself. The sword condensed of pure light magic flew into the body of the