Hill was truly quite satisfied with Russell's performance.
Even for him, the first time he had independently taken charge of the whole situation, with the chaos below reaching this level... the incantation to activate the magic array would have practically been shouted, yet he still would not have been able to hear himself clearly... his heart would have been a little flustered.
Russell was unlike him, who had long since witnessed scenes of overwhelming crowds, even tens of thousands of people shouting continuously together, and was somewhat mentally prepared!
All the surviving people in this world probably would not even fill a stadium-sized concert venue. No matter how many contingency plans Russell had made for himself, facing such an impact would surely leave him a little stunned.
The Undead had been rather noisy before as well, but... how should he put it? If you were not standing up there yourself, merely watching the spectacle from the side did not let you feel it.
For Russell to have made it this far without mispronouncing even a single Rune, he was truly outstanding.
Hill had actually already prepared himself to make up for any omissions.
This body Purvi was currently using contained a relatively large amount of Mithril and magic-conducting materials. Otherwise, it would not have taken on this bluish-white appearance... How interesting. Only after witnessing it with his own eyes did Hill understand why Mystra had always regarded blue and white as symbols of magic.
No wonder the storms stirred up by the Spellplague had carried such a deathly pale blue.
Purvi's body used Adamantine as its skeleton, Mithril as its true hide, and even Joseph's Garden Heartguard Cable and Crystal Flower vines as blood vessels and meridians. Its outermost layer was made from Livewood, Shadowweave Silk, and thistle down... all