...In a tower of bone and salt, Velsharoon raises his hand and the corpses remember how to move. Not like they did in life, but with a purpose borrowed from his will. He doesn't hate the living; they simply don't interest him anymore. A lich's phylactery pulses in a locked chamber, visible to him across any distance, and he smiles without warmth at the devotion. This is what transcendence looks like, the removal of all pretense and messy emotion. He was mortal once. He remembers that failure. Around him, the air is thin because the living cannot breathe easily here; they suffocate on the recognition that he has already chosen death, already moved beyond fear of it, and that choice has made him profoundly, uniquely free....
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