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Lolth didn't answer in a drow's voice as she had in the past。 There were no words； only a feeling； a swelling of power； a rush of blood in the matron mother's ears。
Triel sank to her knees amid a scattering of rough gravel and broken glass and pressed her forehead to the cool ground。 She didn't express her desires in words。 She didn't have to。 What she was working was a wave of emotion； of feeling； of pure fear。
The terror of Lolth herself blasted out in all directions at once； in an expanding circle of fear with Triel at its center。 All across the City of Spiders； drow stopped in their tracks； fell to their knees； or lay prone。 Some leaned against walls or collapsed on stairs； but all of them knew the purest fear； the fear of a goddess； the fear of the eternal； the fear of chaos； the fear of darkness； the fear of the unknown； the fear of the certain； the fear of treason； and a thousand other horrors that brought the city to a full stop。
The blackstone gigant trembled and broke apart。 Triel； still kneeling below it； didn't dodge the falling black boulders； the pieces of the titanic construct； which disappeared before they hit the ground。 Within seconds all that was left of the rampaging creature was the lichdrow； stunned； reeling； kneeling on the crumbling floor of the Bazaar a few paces in front of the matron mother。 The animated statues stopped moving and stood frozen in place。
The wave of fear moved onward； past the walls of the city's vault and into the crowded approaches to the Underdark beyond。 It passed through the duergar lines； overtook the retreating tanarukks； and blindsided the scattered illithid spies。 It affected all of them in different ways； but it affected all of them。 By the time it was done…and it didn't take long…there was no question； anywhere； that Lolth was back。
Triel stood and surveyed the damage。 She looked down at Dyrr and knew she could simply step over to him and kill him with a thought…or at least a dagger blade across his undead throat…but she didn't。 Killing the lich was someone else's job。
The matron mother stepped to the rigid； calcified form of her brother。 The expression frozen on his face was one of anger。 Triel smiled at that。
〃Ah； Gromph；〃 she said。 〃You couldn't do it alone after all； could you？ There are limits to your power as there are limits to mine； but together 。。。〃
Triel embraced the petrified form of her brother； wrapping her arms around his back as she whispered a prayer to Lolth。
Warmth came first； then softness； then a breath； then movement； and Gromph's knees collapsed。 Triel held him up； and he grasped her around the waist； his head lolling on her shoulder as he drew in a series of ragged； phlegmy breaths。 When his legs came back under him； Triel released him and stepped back。 Their eyes met； and Gromph opened his mouth to speak。
〃No；〃 Triel said； stopping him。 She glanced at the quickly recovering Dyrr； and her brother's eyes followed hers。 〃Finish what you started。〃
He opened his mouth to speak again； but Triel turned her back on him。 She could hear his feet shifting on the loose gravel and glass； and she knew he was facing his enemy。
Triel walked away。
Chapter Twenty…seven
Anger； hatred； and exhaustion passed between the archmage and the lichdrow。 They were done with each other。 Both only wanted to finish it。 They stood a dozen paces apart； eyes locked。 Dyrr began to cast a spell； and Gromph surrounded himself in another globe。
Gromph began to cast a spell too； and the lichdrow kept casting。 He was doing something plex。 He meant to finish it indeed。
Before Gromph could finish his spell…one meant to burn the already wounded lich once more…Dyrr whispered something the archmage couldn't quite hear； and the spell took effect。 The skull sapphire burned red…hot against Gromph's forehead； and he reached up to throw it off him…but it disintegrated before he could touch it。 The dust that fell over the archmage's face was dull gray and powerless。 There would be no more protection from the skull sapphire and no more stored necromancies。 Gromph knew it had taken a wish to destroy it。
His own spell ruined； Gromph brought another to mind and said； 〃Well； everyone's using the big spells today； aren't we？〃
The lich ignored the jibe and started casting a spell the same time Gromph did。 It was the archmage's that finished first： another minor divination spent to create a blast of arcane fire。 The preternatural flames poured over the lich； who threw his arms over his face to block them but to no avail。 Dyrr's dry flesh crisped and curled； and the lich staggered in pain。
When the fire burned out； the lich lurched forward； red eyes bulging； his ever…present mask burned away； his face twisted in hatred and agony。 Gromph could feel that despite the arcane fire Dyrr had finished his own spell。
Cold coursed through Gromph's body； and he shook…and Gromph was getting painfully tired of shaking； shivering； and quivering…but the lich wasn't through with him yet。 He could feel the warmth； the life itself； being drawn from him。 He staggered backward； barely managing to stay on his feet。
〃I'll drain you dry； Gromph；〃 the lich grumbled； his voice raspy and haggard。 〃You'll die with me； with my House； and my cause。〃
The lich began to cast again； and Gromph recognized the peculiar cadence and structure that revealed the incantation as a powerful necromancy。 Gromph knew many ways to kill； but he also knew that Dyrr probably knew more。
The archmage's hand tightened on his staff； and his arm jerked。 A dull pain and a hard pressure settled in his chest； and when he tried to take a breath； no air came to him。 His knees finally buckled； and he fell。 Gromph forced air into his lungs； but barely a whisper made it in。 Dark shadows began to coalesce at the edges of his vision； and his ears went numb with a roaring rush of blood as his body fought in vain to keep his brain alive。 The ring was of no help。 The lich wasn't wounding him； he was killing him soul…first。
Gromph tried to speak； to utter the words of a spell that might save him； but he