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Someone dared into the vast libraries that Bigsby claimed as his domain! The words almost sickly in nature to the old wizard who quickly turned himself to face the sudden explosion and then fire that began to surround the village.

"I am Berthas Ignias Hoarercrux, The Bigsby Big Hat, you are either very foolish or brave to cause this much unwanted death and violence to such a peaceful little coastal village." The large hatted wizard did not just stand and wait for the monstrous creature to approach but instead met the creature halfway only to size up the monster before him.

It was upon the monsters own questions that Bigsby seemed almost taken aback by such bold ignorance. "You damned childish fiend!" Bigsby stammered as anger began to fill his every thought and emotion as he turned to look at the recently killed villagers who had long lives to live. "If it is not obvious as to why I remove your scourge from this plane then your eyes have failed you. Your liberation is nothing more than a lie that you tell yourself for you are far to foolish to understand what life truly is." Bigsby's crystal blue orbs for eyes seemingly glared now at the creature as he tightened his grip upon his own staff.

As Bigsby was about to say more he only was able to save himself from the sudden wave of necrotic magic. The large hatted wizard held fast as he kept his staff firmly planted before the lich but portions of his skin peeled back to reveal not flesh and blood but sapphire colored crystals and strange pockets of otherworldly pockets of stars and cogs. The old wizard simply turned to look at the terror that found the lives of the remaining villagers only to take them.

The elderly wizard offered his own retaliation as he suddenly would thrust the end of his own staff towards the lich with a wave of force that mimicked what he had done to the lesser undead abominations.

"Grovaz krev ishval!" Bigsby shouted as several barriers formed around him now to help lessen any blows in the future. The arcane energies of the hatted wizard simply radiated like the sun as he held his ground and expected a form of retaliation to follow while simultaneously weaving a silent spell in preparation for the worst.