Hill was a little surprised to see a vast, dark mass of mages flying through the sky.
The Undead mages rarely fought while hovering in the air. Flight consumed mana, and they had to remember to replenish it before the spell expired. Plenty of Undead could manage that in battle, of course, but even more could not.
It was not as though they had never tried an airborne mage battle. The attempts had simply left the spectators roaring with laughter.
The Undead knew their limits and generally avoided such unnecessary expenditure. For them, Flight was more often a form of everyday entertainment.
So if the mages had all taken to the air to fight, the Space-Time Divine Artifact or William must have ordered it.
William was determined to trap every last necromancer who had gone underground!
After all, Mirabar had surely fallen into the Undead's battle rhythm by now. Even Sailindelagrostō had been badly wounded; the Undead had undoubtedly saved their lives.
Sure enough, the Undead mages flew straight over the mountains and began casting spells without restraint.
Rows of mages also sprang up on the ground. With magical shields raised against stray spells from their own side, they quickly flushed out several undead creatures: skeletons, ghouls, boneclaws, wraiths, and a lich.
Hill stared silently at the lich.
That was no creature an ordinary necromancer could control. Bane's followers were not that strong.
Only Thay—the "chaotic realm full of bald heads, undead, and mages"—could account for it.
Hill asked Liszt quietly, "I don't seem to have any intelligence on Thay, do I?"
Had Szass Tam, the lich who worshipped Bane, already become head of the Necromancy School within the Red Wizards of Thay?
More importantly, had he seized power amid the chaos of this Spellplague and become Thay's regent and