〃I was wrong；〃 the Master of Sorcere said。 He could feel the others looking at him； could sense their surprise； but he didn't look up。 〃This didn't happen a century ago。 This place was destroyed 。 。 。 no； a battle was fought here； and it was fought a millennium past at least。 At least。〃
〃How can you say that； wizard？〃 asked the draegloth。 〃You were just here。 Weren't you？ Isn't this the same place Tzirik brought you？
Pharaun。 nodded and said； 〃It is indeed； Jeggred； but the fact remains that what we see all around us is an ancient ruin； the corpse of a battlefield that's lain cold for a thousand years or more。〃
〃We were only just here；〃 said Valas。
〃We aren't in the Underdark anymore； Master Hune；〃 said Pharaun。 〃Time might move very differently here； in fits and starts like distance in the Shadow Deep。 This could all be more illusion than real； the whim of Lolth or some other godly power。 It could be that we simply see a ruin where there is nothing； see a ruin where there is in fact an intact temple； or everything we see is real and made a millennium old by a power so vast that it can manipulate time and matter and the aether itself。〃
〃The Spider Queen isn't here；〃 Valas added。
〃If the priestesses say that she is not here；〃 Pharaun replied； 〃then I'm content to believe that's true。〃
The Master of Sorcere looked up at the enormous open doorway； big enough for House Baenre to pass through it intact。 The others followed his gaze。
〃These doors were sealed shut before；〃 Pharaun said； 〃but now they're open。 Why？〃
〃Because Lolth wants us to step through them；〃 Danifae said； her voice carrying a certainty that surprised Pharaun。 〃Who else could have opened them？〃
Pharaun shrugged and looked at Quenthel； who was nodding slowly。
〃We go on；〃 the high priestess said。
Without a glance at the others； Quenthel walked toward the mammoth doorway。 One by one the others followed： Danifae； then Jeggred； then Pharaun； and Valas at the rear。 Each stepped more reluctantly than the last。
On the planes of chaos there were so many names for it； Aliisza didn't remember them all： temporal flux zones； slipped time layers； millennia sinks。 。。。 It had been a very long time since she'd seen one； and it took her almost as long to realize what was happening。
The sixty…sixth layer of the Abyss had been abandoned。 The glue that held the planes together was the gods themselves； and in the planes of chaos； just as in the planes of law； when all the gods left a particular place； entropy progressed in fits and starts； and even chaos itself spiraled out of control。
In the case of the sixty…sixth layer； there was the rest of the Abyss to hold it together and to provide echoes of its past that were strong enough to keep its physical form…in that there still was a sixty…sixth layer。 Time was moving forward faster at times； then slower； then it might reverse itself。 It was impossible to pin down； even for a tanar'ri like Aliisza。 Places like that were better left alone； better avoided； better forgotten。
She watched Pharaun and his panions walk through the massive temple gates with a heavy heart。 She didn't know exactly what they would find in there； but she was sure that whatever it was it would be disappointing for them。 They had traveled to the sixty…sixth layer to find Lolth； but Lolth wasn't there。 It was a guess on her part； but an educated one： the plane had been abandoned for longer than anyone imagined…longer than Lolth had been silent。
〃There's a lot you never told them；〃 Aliisza whispered to the Spider Queen。
If the goddess could hear her…and Aliisza had no reason to believe she could…Lolth didn't answer。
The alu…fiend absently scratched a doodle in the brown dust on the underside of the massive web strand onto which she clung： a bit of graffiti no eyes would ever see。 Her mind was racing； she had a lot to think about。
Aliisza had abandoned Pharaun and the others； leaving them to crash into the Plain of Infinite Portals simply on a whim。 It pleased her that Pharaun survived； but she didn't give the others a second thought。 Still； Aliisza had made her choice； and it was an obvious one。 She chose Kaanyr Vhok。
Though she knew she would go back to him； she also knew that she had helped Pharaun and his expedition along a bit more effectively than Vhok would have approved of。 He might not have asked her to stop them； but he certainly hadn't asked her to help them。 Aliisza knew the cambion well enough； though； to know that the more she came back with； the more forgiving he would be。
Pharaun and the other drow disappeared into the abandoned ruin； and Aliisza closed her eyes。
She was a tanar'ri and as such could move about the planes with a bit more ease than most。 With a thought she was back in the Astral； floating free in the endless aether。
〃You left the Abyss；〃 Aliisza whispered to herself； though she addressed Lolth； 〃before you fell silent； so 。 。 。〃
She didn't bother finishing the thought； only concentrated on a name： Lolth。
She closed her eyes again and let the name roll over and over again in her mind； and after a time； her body began to move。 Any god's name has power； if you know how to use it。
When she opened her eyes she was surrounded by ghosts。
Translucent gray shades floated all around her； all of them with similar features： the pointed ears； almond…shaped eyes； and thin； aristocratic faces of the dark elves。 There were a lot of them…a war's worth…and they were all headed across the Astral Plane toward the same destination。
Aliisza drifted in front of one of them； a strong…looking male dressed for battle； regal in his armor and helm。
〃Can you hear me？〃 she asked the spirit。 〃Can you see me？〃
The dead drow looked right at her and lifted an eyebrow。 He stood stock still； but his body continued to drift through the endless expanse； unerringly falling sideways toward its final destination。
〃My name is Aliisza；〃 she said。 〃Do you know where you are？〃
Yes； the drow answered directly into her mind。 His mouth was open； but his lips didn't move。 I can feel it。 I'm dead。 I died。 I was killed。
〃What is your name？〃
I was Vilto'sat Shobalar； the soldier answered； but now I am nothing。 My body rots away； my House forgets me； and I pass on。 Are you here to torment me？
〃I'm sorry？〃 the alu…fiend asked； confused by the drow spirit's sudden change of subject。
You're a demon； he said。 Are you here to torment me？ For my failure on the battlefield or simply to satisfy your cruel nature？
Aliisza's hackles rose； and she couldn't help but sneer at the dead drow。 He had obviously mistaken her for a different sort of tanar'ri altogether； and she didn't find it flattering in the least。
〃If I was here to torment you；〃 she said； 〃you'd know it； mushroom farm。〃
Vilto'sat Shobalar turned away from her with a look of haughty contempt that was the only thing； apparently； dark elves took to the grave。
Aliisza moved on along the line of dead drow； and as she progressed in the direction of their travel； moving faster than the wandering souls； the density of the ghosts increased； as if they had been stacking up； one after another； for a long time。 Finally； her curiosity getting the better of her； she stopped another drow spirit： a female dressed in finery that made the alu…fiend momentarily jealous。
〃Lady；〃 she said； sketching an overwrought bow that the dead dark elf seemed to find insulting； 〃may I speak with you briefly as you plete your journey？〃
There's nothing you can do to torment me； demon； the shade said into Aliisza's mind； so move on and let me be dead in peace。
Aliisza hissed and almost reached out to grab the female by her throat then realized that her hands would pass through the priestess。 The dead female would have no physical form again until she arrived at her final destination。 The Astral Plane was only a way to get from one universe to another。 There； the dead drow were incorporeal ghosts。
〃I'm not here to torment you； bitch；〃 Aliisza said； 〃but I will if you don't answer a question or two。〃
Lolth has turned her back on us； the priestess replied。 What worse could you do？
〃I could leave you in the Astral forever；〃 Aliisza replied…a hollow threat； but the ghost didn't need to know that。
What do you want？ the drow replied。
〃Who are you；〃 she asked； 〃and how long have you been here； awaiting Lolth's grace？〃
I am Greyanna Mizzrym； the ghost replied…and Aliisza thought something about the name was oddly familiar。 I have no idea how long I've been here； but I can feel myself moving。 That only just started。 Is Lolth ready to take us in？ Has she sent you？
〃Can you feel her？〃 Aliisza asked； ignoring he dark elf's questions。 〃Does she call you？〃
The priestess looked away； as if listening for something； then she shook her head。
I'm moving toward something； Greyanna said。 I can feel it； but I do not hear Lolth。
Aliisza turned to look in the direction the line of drow souls were moving。 At the end of the very long line was a whirlpool of red and black…a gateway to the outer planes that was drawing the souls in。
〃That's not the Abyss；〃 Aliisza said。
It's home； whispered the bodiless soul of Greyanna Mizzrym。 I can feel it。 It is。 It's the Demonweb Pits。
Aliisza's heart raced。
〃The Demonweb Pits；〃 the alu…fiend repeated； 〃but not the Abyss。〃
Aliisza stopped herself and hung in the gray expanse off to one side of the procession of dead drow。
〃Well；〃 Aliisza whispered to an unhearing Lolth； 〃moving up in the world； aren't we？〃
The alu…fiend closed her eyes and concentrated on Kaanyr Vhok。 She let her consciousness travel through the Astral and back to the cold； hard Underdark。 There she found her lover's mind and dropped a message into it。
Something is happening with the Demonweb Pits； she sent。 It's a plane unto itself now； and the gates are open。 Lolth weles home the dead。 She lives。
That was all she could say； and she hoped it would be warning enough。 Aliisza could have shifted back to the Underdark in an instant and been by her lover's side； but she didn't。 She wanted to stay where she was； though she didn't know why。
Nimor had given up trying to claw Gromph。 Instead； he started to work on forcing the archmage to attack him； but the drow wouldn't oblige。 The feeling Nimor had that Gromph somehow knew what he was thinking…maybe before he even thought it…grew stronger and stronger and made Nimor start to second…guess himself。 It was no way to fight。
Nimor stepped back and so did Gromph。 The assassin could see Dyrr slowly circling them both from a safe…some would say cowardly…distance。 The assassin was about to speak when a familiar nettling buzzed in his skull。
Aliisza is in the Demonweb Pits； the voice of Kaanyr Vhok sounded in his head。 Something is happening； and it will be bad for us all。 I'm not waiting to find out how bad。
For the first time in a very； very long time； Nimor's blood ran cold。
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