Zolgrich's gaze then fell on Malakar. No words passed between them at first—just a long, silent understanding.
Then the First Lich raised a hand, and from his sleeve fell a small token, shaped like a skeletal eye enclosed within a circle of bone. It hovered in the air between them.
"This will open the gate to the Shrouded Spire, the sanctuary of our kind. Use it only when you are ready to speak with those who have passed beyond the mortal plane of undeath."
Malakar stepped forward slowly and accepted the token with both hands. For the first time in any of their journeys, he bowed—a low, respectful motion not of submission, but of reverence.
"I thank you, elder. Deeply."
Zolgrich gave no answer, only a slow nod.
Kaelred whispered, "…Well that got real."
Last, Zolgrich turned his gaze to Thae'Zirak.
The dragon hybrid stepped forward, lowering his head slightly, as he had always done in the presence of his maker.
