A faint handprint finally took shape, descending upon the soul sarcophagus.
The handprint tugged at the runes carved into the sarcophagus, causing them to flicker briefly before the sarcophagus slowly slid open under the power of the runes.
It revealed an aged figure whose complexion was as pale as paper, with white hair and beard, and a body wasted away to skin and bone.
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