In Iolam's heart.
No matter how big things got, that was all there was to it.
After all, even the Netheril Empire, that peerless force of unmatched might, hailed as the Light of Humanity, had decisively perished. What more was there to say?
To this day.
Even though time had passed and circumstances had changed.
His vast homeland was still nothing but desolate ruins.
Those lands were either tainted by all manner of magical pollution or filled with bizarre and dangerous things.
The surviving Netherese could only drift about like nomads, scattered like loose sand.
Even though he had secretly provided them with quite a bit of help, the positive results had only been better than nothing...
The enormous Netheril Empire had practically been wiped from the face of the world, its people exterminated, with barely any flame of its legacy left behind.
For the former Netheril Empire - Supreme Ruler, such a situation was undoubtedly an indescribable feeling. All that remained in his heart was the weary helplessness of being unable to turn the tide, along with resentment...
Therefore, now that he faced this new round of turmoil and upheaval.
His heart was filled with malice and displaced anger...
He dearly wished that, in the blink of an eye, several nations on the ground would be wiped out, or a few gods would be killed or wounded... just so he could have something to celebrate!
Especially when he thought of how he could no longer even be considered human, the feeling became even stronger.
Back then.
During that enormous upheaval within the Netheril Empire.
Having survived by sheer luck, and needing to avoid the flaws of the Iolam Longevity Spell and the Loss of Emotion caused by Lichdom, while also facing unknown threats...
In his pursuit of immortality and