Apollyon’s Soulbinding Manacles Vision

For a moment, the room goes dark, and you see Apollyon standing with his back turned, viewed from the perspective of the manacles. He is standing by the forge, wearing the crown that you have previously seen Fausto possess, along with the Cloak of Rainbows. Apollyon is hammering something on the forge, working some kind of metal, periodically turning to inspect a partially forged dagger. The dagger appears very plain, with an unadorned iron hilt, but the blade seems to be made of layers upon layers of metal that has been beaten, worked, and sharpened. And there’s writing on the blade, which seems to be part of some incantation or spell. The forging continues, and then stops again. Apollyon he takes like this sheet of this strange-looking metal–Seeker recognizes it as adamantium, the same metal that holds the phasing stone in place on Vindristjarna. Letters appear on this thin sheet of this metal, by magic, and Apollyon puts the dagger down and wraps the metal around it. And he starts beating it again. This goes on fo a while. It seems like he’s just doing layer after layer. He’s putting some spells on it and then beating something into the dagger.

Then the scene shifts, and it seems some time later. And there is—like, you can’t quite see what it is. But there’s clearly a person chained in the manacles. But your perspective is looking towards the manacles. So you just see wrists. And then the wrists go limp. And you can see slashes, the dagger slashing the wrists, the blood runs down into the floor, running down the arms. But there’s some spark that runs into the dagger from the manacles. And this happens again and again. And the floor now, you can see this well in the middle. It’s filling up with blood of people, many people, eventually darkening and thickening as it dries.

The mirror shifts again. You can see now Apollyon standing, the manacles empty, and he is kneeling on the floor. The blood all dried except for in this very well in the center, which now looks black. And he draws a clear vial, a potion vial, out from his robes. Apollyon draws a clear potion vial from his robes, and shadowy energy flows from the gems in his crown into the blood. It begins to swirl. And this sort of dark black viscous liquid floats up and pours itself into the vial, which he then seal, and the vision ends.

Seeker recalls that the lore of liches states that to become a lich, one must create a phylactery and then brew a potion, using the souls of those who fed the phylactery. Upon drinking this potion, the transformation into a lich is complete. The dagger is clearly Apollyon’s phylactery—plain and unadorned, yet forged of adamantium, the key to his dark ritual.