Hill glanced again at the Undead marching at full speed and took out his Magic Book.
They were moving as fast as they could, but the Demon Trees were everywhere, waving countless branches to block their path.
Fortunately, Black Rose and Asking Sword, Young Wanderer Under Heaven were the two guilds sent this time. The demonized trees had especially tough trunks and branches, but beneath the tusks of the Wild Boar Legion clearing the way, they broke with ease.
On Asking Sword's side, most of their animal companions were sea creatures, so they had to clear the way themselves. But they had Lathander's blessing.
He was fiercely protective of his own and had always looked after those he recognized with meticulous care.
Under their Supreme God's protection, priests of the Church of Dawn could cross the Nether Mountains and deserts swarming with corrupted monsters to build the Tower of Dawn in Myth Drannor, back before it had been restored.
These Undead were considered high-level even by Toril's standards. Wherever dark power pervaded the air, their attacks carried the radiant power bestowed by the Lord of Dawn.
Asking Sword's Mages hurled Fireballs blessed with light without a second thought.
But what truly made the Undead fearless was that, no matter how thick or terrifying the surrounding mist grew, they felt nothing. The Abyssal aura affected their vision a little, but otherwise had no effect on them.
Its harm to the soul was useless against them.
"They're setting fires..." Oberon pressed his face against the crystal wall until it took on a strange shape. "Are these... really Elves? They're setting fires in the High Forest!"
Hill quietly turned his head away. He didn't know how to answer Oberon.
Did Toril's Elves know that flames blessed with light could burn these Tree Demons