Compared to the Mages of later Toril, the great Arcanists of the Netheril Empire, who still carried the temperament of slave masters, were far crueler.
Even now, that unkillable toad was still imprisoned within the ruins of the Star Tower on the continent of Faerûn.
Bazm, who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Slaad Mother, had several lieutenants equivalent to Intermediate Divine Power and had known where he was from the very beginning.
Yet even now, Bazm remained trapped in a tiny, dark shack within those ruins... That was a prison forged with the energy of twelve Mythallars and the full strength of twelve great Arcanists.
Unless Bazm could bring every Slaad lord together and have them sincerely join forces to save him, he would have a slight chance of getting out.
However, that was absolutely impossible.
Both were beings despised by their own kind, but at least the Slaad Mother still cared about the continuation of her race!
Bazm, however, only wanted to burn the entire world to death, including the powerful members of his own race... He wanted to be the only lord.
Come to think of it, that fellow did not have absolutely no chance of escape.
For example, if Toril suffered two Spellplagues in succession.
Two gaps in magical energy would still offer an opening to an ancient old toad like Bazm.
But one alone was absolutely not enough.
Only intersecting patterns could possibly have their weak points broken.
Hill's mood suddenly improved a little at that thought... Edna's appearance had made that possibility even less likely to exist.
Since Bazm had failed to seize this opportunity, he would probably have to remain in that little black room until the day Toril completely exploded.
Bazm could not be killed because of his identity as a