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Chapter 20

The day seemed to be no different than most. The Outlands were rich with the success of the Refuge as led by
the Wardens (which Azhelak has taken to calling the "Tip of the Spear.") As he sat below the Huntress in
guard of the items of war with Mendos, a young Warden who considers to be the future of the branch, he
discussed life in general, Andira and his hopes for the future. When Azhelak moved closer to the road to set
a snare, he felt a familiar chill settle over the air. Mendos confused voice soon met his ears: "A lich is
here."

It had been many years, but Draclivis held to his promise to return. Azhelak could tell immediately that his
magic had grown stronger. Before the Lich had toyed with them, but it was obvious to Azhelak that this time
he intended for an end. Azhelak held true to his promise as well. He did not wilt in the face of his advesary
but rather rose to the challenge. As he fought forward against the Lich's undead army alongside Wardens and
Fortress alike he was reminded of the wise words: "The two most important days in a man's life are when he
realizes why." This was Azhelak's moment. The past no longer mattered, only the future. It would be won here.

It did not take the Lich long to realize the strength that Azhelak now wields. "How did you get that?" He
hissed. The blows were struck true and the Lich began to wilt and retreat. Azhelak cornered him and his fate
seemed assured. Azhelak removed his mask, for the first time in his life, and told the Lich to gaze upon him.
"Do you see the past, or the future?" Azhelak asked, eluding to his likeness to his Grandfather Izholuk and
also to the hope he was creating for future generations of the Tul'vharun. Just as he raised his spear for
the final blows, the Nexuns arrived.

The Outlands, led by Azhelak and Jawn declared war on the Isle some years ago. An inevitable escelation from
the Nexuns filling the void left by a crippled Empire (a fact that Azhelak proudly takes credit for). The
Nexuns joined in the battle alongside the Lich. Agamm, a Magistrate who Azhelak gets along with well joined
as well, though on the side of the Light. The battle waged and the Nexuns were soon driven back, but this
distraction allowed the Lich to lay a trap. A line of ghouls, mummies and specters were set and Azhelak was
summoned to the northern reaches of the Refuge. It would be Draclivis and he, as it should be.

(continued)