Time seemed to slow.
Henry was aware of the blades stabbing into him. He was aware of his Hit Points dropping fast and he was very aware of the ground coming fast. But all this was by the way.
His focus was especially on the object in his hand.
For something wrapped in the sickly deathly mana of the Lich, and was the source of such a deplorable creature's immortality, the Phylactery pulsed with a strange innocence.
For an agonizing second, Henry was struck with a strange sense of compassion. As though he were questioning the morality of destroying something so… gentle?
And then he felt a force pulling at it. He could tell immediately who the force was coming from; The Lich was trying to pull the Phylactery from his grip. The realization shook Henry out of the misguided thoughts of compassion and he clenched his fist, crushing and destroying the Phylactery.
