You bring Lord Rytheran to a fiery end!
As Rytheran's battered bones collapse under the force of your assault, the undead lord's skeletal face seems to break into a bitter grin.
Lord Rytheran says, "Fool! Are you truly willing to risk my eternal enmity, and the wrath of the formidable legions that serve me? Even if my memories fail me, the Web will remember..."
A wind blows through the chamber, and the scattering of bones that was once Lord Rytheran of Menilesh vanishes. Another presence appears in the center of the room...
Lady Aerfalle says, "My poor Rytheran, what have you done to yourself? What perils were unleashed by your dabbling with that accursed book? I am here now, and I will not let these mortal vermin sully your remains..."
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