This was a night rarely seen on Toril. Even Selûne, who had remained bright and dazzling ever since the disaster, had her radiance eclipsed by the flames shooting high into the sky.
The Undead had scattered vast amounts of accelerant within ten meters of the city walls, then cast a row of Wall of Fire spells. Amid the rapidly rising blaze, the mountain-like piles of Half-Orc corpses gradually turned to ash, then flowed with the melted snowwater along the city walls toward the western sea.
The Undead had countless basic materials for making fireworks on hand... Even people without much patience would initially try to see whether they could become Alchemists... To them, Alchemy's exorbitant cost of entry materials was nothing worth mentioning.
And more importantly, before confirming that they truly could not do it, they would never admit that they were clumsy! After all, those capable of making fireworks were already a minority!
Most people's final products were these mixed powders, produced by grinding ingredients in fixed proportions. They would be utterly defeated at the step of sealing the fireworks' outer shell... The reason the Undead had so many beginner-level Alchemy products was entirely because there were simply too many of them.
So most Undead merely tried out semi-automated assembly lines like Alchemy Workshops. Those who could make money in a profession that tested flexibility and manual dexterity were still a minority.
But the Undead could understand that as well... Even in games that placed less emphasis on skill, only a handful of people could earn money through life professions.
Instead, everyone respected the masters of life professions in this game a little more. Technical experts always sounded better than professional peddlers.
Though in truth, everyone relied on their own intelligence.
The flames burned ever more fiercely, and the