Temporal Barrier (Ten-Thousand-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

"Habasar, you'd better not be exaggerating. You should know I came here specially from another universe, and even put some very important research on hold."

"That's right! We all came for the Creator Race's history, magical knowledge, and technology."

"As Faerun's first truly magical civilization, only the Sarrukh were worthy of this level of attention."

"What exactly was that concentrated energy source above the city? It looked like it was being released?"

"No, it wasn't merely being released. It had already begun affecting the temperature and environment of the entire Northland."

"Could this be the prototype of Marvin's Worldweave, the famous eleventh-circle spell from the Netheril era? I remembered that spell also changed temperature and even the environment by absorbing and releasing energy."

"It was possible. And that energy source clearly had enormous research value."

"So where should we start? Should we interrupt their magical ritual first, or suppress the city and capture all those Ancient Lizardfolk still resisting?"

As more than a hundred Legendary Liches from the Arcane Mysteries Society appeared, the scene immediately took on an atmosphere resembling an academic symposium.

It was as though, in their eyes, Queen Mossara and her people, awakened from their slumber, had become fish on the chopping block for them to carve up at will.

General Tyro, who had been somewhat nervous before, especially relaxed completely. There was even a trace of pity in his eyes as he looked toward the Giant Snake statue at the heart of the distant city.

Because he knew very well that before so many powerful Legendary Spellcasters, it made little difference whether one was a Creator Race or one of the Ancient Ones.

So long as these liches wished it, they could temporarily turn the entire area covered by the city into a Dead Magic