Hill glared outside. The Undead stood on the walls casting ranged spells, but they seemed unsettled by something and were shouting.
They had started sending people to stop the assassins entering the city, but they reacted far more slowly than the Seraphim directing the Elven City Guard.
Liszt looked at Hill, who was grumbling indignantly, and said in bewilderment, "Those are the Bane Church's strongest assassins! Anyone bold enough to charge in like that must be a legendary assassin above level 20.
"The Undead can't possibly stop them.
"Are you really complaining, sir, or are you just saying that because you're bored?"
Hill was, of course, just talking because he was bored. A disciplined army might have stopped the shadow assassins, but getting the Undead into any defensive formation at all would be an achievement.
He simply felt miserable all over.
Closing the window had muffled the noise, but Hill could still hear it.
He couldn't kill those people himself. If he did, that blasted Shadow Core might fall into his hands, and Hill really didn't want to trouble Shar with another visit.
He had to wait until the battle over there ended, then act the instant they left. He would drop the Bane worshippers straight into a planar rift and keep the whale behind.
That was the only moment the Otherworld Whale's mouth would be open. Hill needed to summon a planar passage.
The whale's mouth would close before he entered it. Hill would have just one minute.
After all, the Otherworld Whale's greatest value was that, with his mouth closed, he could produce a steady supply of air for the humans inside to breathe.
Never getting lost was merely a bonus.
Hill knew he had to be patient for the sake of his Otherworld Whale, but it was