Chapter 42: Becoming a Lich (2/2)

"Good," said Aldrich "If you were even just a little bit unstable, I would have kept you a ift of undeath, I serve gratefully," said Fler'Gan

"Let's keep it that way Now then, this-," Aldrich picked up Fler'Gan's phylacterly "Explain this Can this still be used?"

"Certainly And it is yours I have no use for it," said Fler'Gan "If, indeed, you wish to ascend even further from risen undead into a proper lich"

"Then how does this work?" said Aldrich "The process of beco a lich, that is"

Aldrich had no hesitations about turning into a lich It would massively enhance his power, and this was not an understatement In Elden World lore, mortal Necroes and priests and whatnot just to beat a single lich

Any lich, even a lower leveled one, was a boss type monster

A lich was siic than a mortal They could control er death her mana pools, and so on and so forth

Mortals could only dip their toes into the well of power that was Necromancy Liches could dive into the dark arts full body and harness the class's power infinitely better

All Aldrich needed was the knowledge to become one And here was Fler'Gan who had devoted literal decades into turning into one

"There are threethe ritual," said Fler'Gan "The phylactery is siic-capable ores and enchanton tooth powder, flame demon fire-,"

"Yes, and you've assembled all of that into this" Aldrich nodded at the phylactery "And you said it was still usable Usable for me?"

"Certainly," said Fler'Gan

"Then the other two steps?"

"The second is to excise any mortal chains you have," said Fler'Gan

"Mortal chains? fuck is that? Stop speaking in Goddamn riddles," said Dynamite Girl

"Must I tone downof an addlepated siers dismissively at Dynaressive, and Aldrich raised a hand

"Stop I will be the only one to talk to Fler'Gan You keep quiet," said Aldrich as he leered at Dynamite Girl

"Got it, captain," said Dynamite Girl

"Now then, mortal chains What does this entail?" said Aldrich

"Personal bonds Es bind your soul to the physical plane It makes it difficult to sever your soul from your mortal shell and place it within the phylactery," said Fler'Gan

"I see," said Aldrich This step, he was good on As far as he knew, he had no emotional attachments anymore His parents were dead, and Adaone "Then the third step?"

"To obtain an Obelisk from the Death Lord," said Fler'Gan, his voice deathly serious

"I see I know about this one You challenge the Death Lord and take a shard of his power from him And this shard is called the Obelisk"

"Yes"

"And let e," said Aldrich "You have a completed phylactery and you couldpersonal attachments to anyone

And yet, you aren't a lich yet This e the Death Lord"

"No I tried, but the trial she forced upon me was far too difficult to overcome," said Fler'Gan "I barely escaped with my free will, and all these years, I studied for a means to overcome the Death Lord's trial with neer to no avail"

"And as the nature of this trial?" said Aldrich

"THAT, YOU WILL FIND OUT"

Aldrich widened his eyes as he heard a deep, ru voice elowed brightly, and smoke started to ripple from Aldrich's hand as the orb burned him

"Master, drop that accursed object!" Valera trudged forwards, but a shockwave blasted out from the phylactery that knocked everyone except Aldrich backwards

"THIS 'TRIAL QUEST'…YOU CALL THIS A TRIAL? PATHETIC YOU HAVE OVERCOME IT SO VERY EASILY

I CAN SENSE YOUR DESIRE

YOU ARE SO EASILY WILLING TO CAST AWAY YOUR HUMANITY TO BECOME A LICH

BUT DO YOU THINK THIS MAKES YOU SPECIAL? UNIQUE?

YOU ARE JUST ONE OF MANY, MANY MORTALS WHO WERE DESPERATE ENOUGH TO CAST AWAY THEIR HUMANITY

HUMANITY MEANS NOTHING IT IS WORTHLESS

NO, I WILL JUDGE YOUR WORTH MYSELF

WITH A TRIAL OF MY OWN"