The blackstone gigant trembled and broke apart。 Triel； still kneeling below it； didn't dodge the falling black boulders； the pieces of the titanic construct； which disappeared before they hit the ground。 Within seconds all that was left of the rampaging creature was the lichdrow； stunned； reeling； kneeling on the crumbling floor of the Bazaar a few paces in front of the matron mother。 The animated statues stopped moving and stood frozen in place。
The wave of fear moved onward； past the walls of the city's vault and into the crowded approaches to the Underdark beyond。 It passed through the duergar lines； overtook the retreating tanarukks； and blindsided the scattered illithid spies。 It affected all of them in different ways； but it affected all of them。 By the time it was done…and it didn't take long…there was no question； anywhere； that Lolth was back。
Triel stood and surveyed the damage。 She looked down at Dyrr and knew she could simply step over to him and kill him with a thought…or at least a dagger blade across his undead throat…but she didn't。 Killing the lich was someone else's job。
The matron mother stepped to the rigid； calcified form of her brother。 The expression frozen on his face was one of anger。 Triel smiled at that。
〃Ah； Gromph；〃 she said。 〃You couldn't do it alone after all； could you？ There are limits to your power as there are limits to mine； but together 。。。〃
Triel embraced the petrified form of her brother； wrapping her arms around his back as she whispered a prayer to Lolth。
Warmth came first； then softness； then a breath； then movement； and Gromph's knees collapsed。 Triel held him up； and he grasped her around the waist； his head lolling on her shoulder as he drew in a series of ragged； phlegmy breaths。 When his legs came back under him； Triel released him and stepped back。 Their eyes met； and Gromph opened his mouth to speak。
〃No；〃 Triel said； stopping him。 She glanced at the quickly recovering Dyrr； and her brother's eyes followed hers。 〃Finish what you started。〃
He opened his mouth to speak again； but Triel turned her back on him。 She could hear his feet shifting on the loose gravel and glass； and she knew he was facing his enemy。
Triel walked away。
Chapter Twenty…seven
Anger； hatred； and exhaustion passed between the archmage and the lichdrow。 They were done with each other。 Both only wanted to finish it。 They stood a dozen paces apart； eyes locked。 Dyrr began to cast a spell； and Gromph surrounded himself in another globe。
Gromph began to cast a spell too； and the lichdrow kept casting。 He was doing something plex。 He meant to finish it indeed。
Before Gromph could finish his spell…one meant to burn the already wounded lich once more…Dyrr whispered something the archmage couldn't quite hear； and the spell took effect。 The skull sapphire burned red…hot against Gromph's forehead； and he reached up to throw it off him…but it disintegrated before he could touch it。 The dust that fell over the archmage's face was dull gray and powerless。 There would be no more protection from the skull sapphire and no more stored necromancies。 Gromph knew it had taken a wish to destroy it。
His own spell ruined； Gromph brought another to mind and said； 〃Well； everyone's using the big spells today； aren't we？〃
The lich ignored the jibe and started casting a spell the same time Gromph did。 It was the archmage's that finished first： another minor divination spent to create a blast of arcane fire。 The preternatural flames poured over the lich； who threw his arms over his face to block them but to no avail。 Dyrr's dry flesh crisped and curled； and the lich staggered in pain。
When the fire burned out； the lich lurched forward； red eyes bulging； his ever…present mask burned away； his face twisted in hatred and agony。 Gromph could feel that despite the arcane fire Dyrr had finished his own spell。
Cold coursed through Gromph's body； and he shook…and Gromph was getting painfully tired of shaking； shivering； and quivering…but the lich wasn't through with him yet。 He could feel the warmth； the life itself； being drawn from him。 He staggered backward； barely managing to stay on his feet。
〃I'll drain you dry； Gromph；〃 the lich grumbled； his voice raspy and haggard。 〃You'll die with me； with my House； and my cause。〃
The lich began to cast again； and Gromph recognized the peculiar cadence and structure that revealed the incantation as a powerful necromancy。 Gromph knew many ways to kill； but he also knew that Dyrr probably knew more。
The archmage's hand tightened on his staff； and his arm jerked。 A dull pain and a hard pressure settled in his chest； and when he tried to take a breath； no air came to him。 His knees finally buckled； and he fell。 Gromph forced air into his lungs； but barely a whisper made it in。 Dark shadows began to coalesce at the edges of his vision； and his ears went numb with a roaring rush of blood as his body fought in vain to keep his brain alive。 The ring was of no help。 The lich wasn't wounding him； he was killing him soul…first。
Gromph tried to speak； to utter the words of a spell that might save him； but he couldn't。 Dyrr stepped closer； moving to stand over him。 Gromph barely managed to turn his head to look up at the gloating lich。 The archmage had other means of escape but couldn't force himself to activate any of them。 He could feel Nauzhror and Prath trying to speak into his head； but their words never fully formed。 Gromph feared that his body was already dead。
He tightened his grip on the staff； and his arm jerked again…the staff。
Gromph forced every ounce of will he had left into pulling his other hand beneath him。 He felt his fingers wrap around the staff。
〃Fight it； Gromph；〃 the lich growled at him。 〃Suffer before you die。〃
〃Arrogant…〃 Gromph coughed out； surprising himself with his ability to speak； even if it was only that one word。
〃What was that？〃 the lich asked； taunting him。 〃The last words of Gromph Baenre？〃
〃Not。 。 。〃 the archmage gasped。
Gromph's arms tensed； his hands tight around the staff of power…an item so prized hundreds had died just to possess it for a day。
〃。 。 。 quite；〃 Gromph finished； and he broke the staff。
The ancient wood snapped in response less to the force of Gromph's arms and hands than to his will。 The staff broke because Gromph wanted it to break。
Dyrr had time to take in a breath； Gromph had time to smile； then the world around them both became a raging hell of fire； heat； pain； and death。 Gromph couldn't see the lich blasted to pieces。 He was too busy worrying that the same had happened to him。 He closed his eyes； but the light still burned them。 He felt his flesh peel away in parts； sizzle； and crisp。
It was over as fast as it started。
Gromph Baenre drew in a breath and laughed through waves of burning agony。 The ring started to bring him back to life a cell at a time and he lay there； waiting。
〃You've done it；〃 Nauzhror said； and it took a few murmuring heartbeats for Gromph to realize he'd heard the Master of Sorcere's voice with his ears and not his mind。 〃The lichdrow is dead。〃
Gromph coughed and dragged himself up to a sitting position。 Nauzhror squatted next to him。 The rotund wizard began examining the archmage's wounds。
〃Dead？〃 Gromph said then coughed again。
〃The cost was high； and not only the staff of power；〃 Nauzhror said； 〃but he's been utterly destroyed。〃
Gromph shook his head； disappointed with Nauzhror。 The lich's physical form was blasted to flinders when the staff unleashed all its power in one final burst； but a lich was more than a body。
〃Dead？〃 the archmage said。 〃Not quite yet。〃
Nimor Imphraezl stepped out of the Shadow Fringe and into the ruins of Ched Nasad。 High above him； clinging to the remains of a calcified web street； was perched a massive shadow dragon； an ancient wyrm magnificent in the terror it inspired in all who gazed upon it。
It was a dragon Nimor recognized instantly。 It was the dragon Nimor had gone there to see。
Stretching his own aching； exhausted； wounded wings…wings that were puny in parison to the great shadow wyrm's…Nimor lifted himself up off the rubble…strewn floor of the cavern and into the air below the dragon。 If the wyrm took any notice of him； it gave no sign。 Instead； it continued as it had been； directing the clearing of the rubble in the preparation for the rebuilding of Ched Nasad。 It was a huge task； even for the dragon。
Nimor coasted to a slow； respectful stop on the web strand next to the dragon and bowed； holding the posture until the dragon acknowledged his presence。 He was still bowing when the enormous shadow wyrm shrank into the form of an aging drow with thinning hair but a solid； muscular form； dressed in fine silks and linens from all corners of the World Above； every stitch as black as the assassin's heart。
〃Stand；〃 the transformed dragon said； 〃and heed me。〃
Nimor straightened； looked the drow…formed dragon in the eyes； and said； 〃I am less than satisfied with the results at Menzoberranzan； Revered Grandfather。〃
The dragon…drow returned Nimor's look and held it until Nimor had to look away。 The assassin heard footsteps approaching but didn't turn around to look。 Nimor knew whose they were。
〃Nimor；〃 someone said。 〃Wele to Ched Nasad。〃
Nimor pretended to look around at the still smoldering ruins。
〃Of course；〃 the source of the second set of footsteps said； 〃it will look quite different when we're finished。〃
〃I clearly remember your promise；〃 the transformed dragon said。 〃Do you？〃
〃Of course； Revered Grandfather；〃 Nimor replied； head held high； showing no outward sign of weakness。
Patron Grandfather Mauzzkyl drew a deep breath in through his nose then slowly said； 〃You promised to cleanse Menzoberranzan of the stench of Lolth。 Have you done that？ Is that why you're here？〃
Nimor didn't nod； shake his head； or sigh…nothing to make it seem to the patron fathers that he was guilty of anything。 The two patron fathers who had approached him from behind stepped around him on either side and stood before Nimor flanking the once majestic wyrm。
〃No；〃 Nimor said。
〃I have e from the City of Wyrmshadows；〃 the patron grandfather went on； 〃to aid Patron Father Zammzt in the reconstruction of Ched Nasad。 Is that why you've e from Menzoberranzan？ To aid in the cleanup？〃
〃No； Revered Grandfather；〃 Nimor replied。
〃Tell your tale to Patron Father Tomphael and Patron Father Zammzt；〃 Mauzzkyl said； his voice cold and final。
Nimor closed his eyes and said； 〃I answer to…〃
〃Tomphael；〃 Mauzzkyl said。 〃You will speak to me through Tomphael from this day until I order otherwise。〃
Nimor had no time to argue； but that was the last thing he intended to do。 Instead he watched； barely breathing as Patron Grandfather Mauzzkyl turned his back then transformed again into a dragon。 The great wyrm stepped off the edge of the shattered web and disappeared into the gloom of the ruined city。
〃Tell me what you came here to say；〃 Patro