The assassin’s treasure…from The Death of Magick

The lich picked up the blade.
“I’m going to skewer you with this, assassin. I would never been able to gather the ingredients to form the blade. I would have never been able to steal the bones of my family from the foul cleric that slew them. No user of Magick will oppose me!” Achymm roared.
The growls of the dueling dragons filled the cavern.
The zombie moved toward Gervet.
“Look at your hand, cold one, where you grasp the blade,” Tigarn said coolly.
The lich heard the loud sound of the sword hitting the stone floor of the cavern. His right hand was gone! It was just bones to begin with, but now it was gone!
“Did you place Holy Water in the mixture?” the lich howled angrily.
“Don’t be silly! Why would I weaken my weapon with a conscience? The Death of Magick can’t grace the hand of a spell caster. Are you not a spell caster?” Tigarn said.
The lich howled again.
Tigarn and Gervet threw cloaks of invisibility over their bodies. The lich interrupted the Death Spell that he started. He couldn’t see the assassin and didn’t know where to direct the spell. He quickly started a Detection of Invisibility Spell. Achymm wasn’t quick enough. Tigarn scooped up the Death of Magick and ripped the blade through the air. Achymm’s bones shattered. The lich became the Death of Magick’s first victim.