As he lay there, Kishin's thoughts turned to his own mortality. He was a lich, but he could only briefly be human. He knew that death was always waiting for him, just around the corner. But even with the knowledge of his own mortality, Kishin couldn't help but feel a sense of masochistic joy. The pain reminded him that he was alive, that he was still capable of feeling.
He struggled to his feet, his body weak and unsteady. He knew that he needed to keep moving, to find a way out of the ruins and back into the world. He stumbled through the darkness, using his gun to light his way. He could feel the magic pulsing around him, but he knew that he couldn't rely on it to save him.
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