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It happened quickly. As Vynriette placed the phylactery of the Lich Demyx into Axel's hand, the warm gem pulsed in his grasp. The soul within vibrated as if acknowledging the danger of the High King's presence. He focused his intent on the phylactery; finding the connection between it and the Lich himself. Demyx felt it it, immediately, almost as if he were being watched. Teeth clenched, Axel's lips curled into a triumphant grin.
"There you are."
The High King's voice rang from somewhere inside Demyx himself. Simultaneously, the crash of thunder boomed from above the Arandar Mountains, centered on Duskfort itself. It was undeniable - Axel was already close by, Demyx felt his presence register on his senses like an obnoxious odor. There was no running now. And there could be no hiding. Demyx stepped from the safety of Duskfort and out beneath the rainpour, his prized bladestaff in hand. He could see Axel now, a beacon of radiant light energy, wielding the famed blade Stormweaver in his grasp. Strokes of lightning danced around his form as the two met eyes, a horrible aura of black and viridian enveloped Demyx's form as he lifted Bloodfang upwards, as the two charged forwards and clashed.
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Forever United
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KANDAR VICTA
Axel Vekon, the Eternal Emperor, the Archmage, the Lichslayer, of the Holy Kandarin Empire.
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