Everyone froze at the sight.
Hearthglen, in particular, wore an expression of utter disbelief.
His face grew grave as he muttered, "I don't believe it. I don't believe it..."
His teacher, Kel'Thuzad, had already been an Archmage before becoming a lich.
And now, Kel'Thuzad wore gemstones refined from the arcane artifacts in Tyr's Tomb and had undergone the Lich Transformation ritual.
With one enhancement piled upon another, his teacher now possessed power beyond mortal imagination.
Yet Rhode had just knocked Kel'Thuzad out of the hall?
Just how powerful had Rhode's magic become?
As the stone door shattered, the black mist that had filled the hall gradually dispersed.
Lilia and Galinder cheered with delight, no longer sparing Hearthglen a thought.
"Rhode, you're amazing!"
"You actually won!"
Galinder was especially excited.
He had long since forgotten all about the Moon Crystal being in Rhode's hands.
What could possibly matter more now than defeating Kel'Thuzad and the Scourge?
Just then, Kel'Thuzad let out an angry roar from the ground and rose into the air again.
His skeletal face had twisted, his eyes almost blazing with fury.
No, they were already blazing. Ghostly flames flickered in his eye sockets, reflecting the lich's seething rage.
"Ah, my teacher really is immortal! He can't be killed!" Hearthglen shouted excitedly.
Of course, despite his words, he felt anything but confident.
Even if a lich like Kel'Thuzad couldn't be killed, he still didn't seem capable of beating Rhode.
And as long as Rhode lived, someone without an immortal body like Hearthglen would clearly become his next target...
All Hearthglen could do was hope that Kel'Thuzad would unleash his might and slaughter Rhode here in one stroke.
Now Kel'Thuzad roared again, **"Rhode! You've truly angered me. Once I defeat you, I'll imprison your soul and make you suffer in