Although it seemed like quite a long time had passed, this was actually because Waterdeep was developing too quickly. The pieces on both sides were leaping faster and faster... There was nothing to be done about it. When a God's avatar made a move, even if their abilities seemed evenly matched, they still had to be more careful.
After all, divine power sometimes made no sense.
And the one left there wasn't Khelben. No matter how fearless the Seven Sisters of the Northlands were, they wouldn't risk using their own little sister for something like this.
So the Undead had arrived at Icewind Dale at a very opportune moment. Several bald men in Red Wizards robes were intercepting Khelben. It seemed they had already tested each other a few times, but the real fight had yet to begin.
As for Malko, who should have been Khelben's target of vengeance... Hill had searched high and low, but still hadn't found the Archmage who was always dressed in white and forever wore an expression of compassion for all living things.
Fortunately, Blackstaff, who thought about Malko every moment out of anger, cleared up the confusion for him. "I don't have time to get entangled with you! Thayans!
"Clear the way to the land beneath the Great Glacier!"
The Red Wizard at the front, whose face was covered in wrinkles and whose expression was vicious, gave a sinister smile. "I've told you many times, Blackstaff!
"We don't care how much you hate us. This is our territory now!
"We fought the barbarians for days and nights to seize this land. You think you can just walk in because you want to?
"You're dreaming!
"Besides, didn't Malko say he would guard that Demon Gate forever and never come out again?
"Looks to me like