To be honest, Voldemort was pretty formidable. Under his leadership, the Death Eaters had occupied a luxurious mausoleum in the cemetery—the kind with a little building aboveground connected to underground burial chambers.
Using the structure as cover, they had somehow held off the undead army summoned by the liches. Although his subordinates were steadily being worn down, Voldemort himself had not suffered much harm.
His little wand whirled like an electric fan, blasting corpses lunging at him into ash midair. His tattered black robe flapped endlessly in the wind and rain.
Of course, the liches had not personally joined the fight. They were more interested in collecting the corpses of the wizards killed earlier, including the piles of black ash left behind by Grindelwald's explosions, apparently intending to take them back for study.
"This army is a little too small."
As Su Ming watched the battle, he walked over to Larloch and handed the lich a cigarette.
As a member of the Council of the Sky, he had to know at least one of smoking, drinking, or getting his hair done, right?
Liches were basically skeletons. Severe hair loss was common, and they had no stomachs, so smoking was the only practical option left.
Larloch clearly knew his stuff. His bony fingers took the cigarette, rubbed two fingers together to light it with a cantrip, and since he could not inhale, he simply stuck it in his mouth like incense.
Rain poured down in sheets, but the Order of the Seven Leaves under Mordenkainen had naturally included the Water-Repelling Charm in its analysis of the new world's magic. After combining it with DND's Shield Spell, they had created an improved Waterproof Shield.
With this waterproof eggshell around them, users could even dive and work underwater.
Analyzing magic was no simple