Excerpt from Sacrifice of Heroes, Book 2 "Yes, Gesach, we have what we’ve been searching for. And as we agreed, you can have the phylactery.” Sir Angelo reached for the prized container. He stopped.“Then again, Gesach, you know my walk, you know my beliefs. You despise my kind more than any other being walking the face of Nanthara. Your evil cannot be allowed to thrive. And if a Temple Sovereign knight ever has the ability to rid the world of such a demon as you, they will do so.” Sir Angelo stepped back next to Dreg, the paladin’s eyes lowered, his teeth clenched. “I have that ability.” “Enough!” Gesach said, his voice grating through the air like hot coals sizzling in water. “Such debauchery from one whose walk is supposed to be pure shows how tainted your heart truly is. Your self-righteous blood runs thick with refuse.” Gesach arched his head backward in a partial tilt as another cackle left his decayed throat. “Too bad you have come all this way to die and never enjoy the treasure you have sought!” Gibbering in a foul dialect, the skeletal minions shambled forward as Gesach waved his horrific staff. Ganeth Ra and his monks waited for their undead enemy to strike. The alliance shifted to battle stances as Gesach suddenly disappeared from the top of the building. Sir Angelo turned a tense face to Dreg. “Destroy the trinket!” Roaring, Dreg raised Brighthammer and slammed his weapon down only to land in solid dirt. Dreg looked past the settling dust where Brighthammer sat embedded into the hard earth. “No trinket!” he bellowed.