The twelve-headed True Lizard had been fighting with gusto, only for the Undead's cheers to nearly startle his heads into a knot.
Powerful beast though he was, one who had once struck fear far and wide, becoming Shar's follower had forced him to work in secret. He usually holed up in a swamp and pretended he did not exist. Shar's followers were not allowed to make a name for themselves unless Shar herself ordered it.
Otherwise, after all the world-ending disasters Shar's priests had caused, the names of more than two sect leaders who had fought each other would be known across the world.
The True Lizard had not felt this kind of enthusiasm from others in a very long time. He was not sure he could handle it. Who had his Supreme God teamed up with?
Why were so many people standing overhead? Did he no longer need to fight in secret?
Fighting a follower of an Evil God while a crowd of Elves cheered him on from above felt strange indeed. The True Lizard carefully untangled his twelve heads and tried to focus on fighting that worthless spider.
He stretched out his body as far as he could, making himself look invincible. Even the flames he breathed seemed much redder.
If his Supreme God had changed her ways, surely he could show off his strength a little?
Watching the Hydra Lizard's obvious delight on the giant screen, Hill finally understood why this beast did not seem dim-witted. No wonder the former god of the Underdark had chosen him as his champion. One of his parents had to be a multiheaded dragon.
Hill could not help shaking his head. In Toril, when a beast showed unusual traits, either it had been unlucky enough to become a mage's test subject,