Chapter 73: A Traitor For Sure
A phylactery was the most important possession of any lich. That was why every lich went to absurd lengths to hide theirs.
Some buried it deep underground. Some built flawless, magically warded vaults. Others grew so paranoid they carried it on their person at all times.
Ambrose chose all of the above.
He built a dedicated chamber inside his castle solely to house a phylactery. Beneath that chamber, he dug a deep pit to conceal another. He kept one with him year-round. And wherever he went, he made a point of hiding several more along the way.
He gave Gareth one. He gave Black Rose one. He gave his students one. He gave his servants one. Quantity over quality—far better to give out too many than too few.
As for which one was real, that was classified information. In any case, none of them were completely useless.
Once he finished dealing with his phylacteries, Ambrose headed to the dungeon and hauled out the captured paladins. One by one, he bound them tight with chains, sealed them with magic, packed them into coffins, and had them transported outside the castle.
An airship from Alkhemia was already waiting. His old friend Gustavo Flynn had been standing by for quite some time.
Ambrose shifted into human form and flashed Gustavo Flynn a brilliant smile. "My old friend, you seem to be in quite a hurry."