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se。 Seconds before； the battle had been a hammering cacophony； but it had fallen silent。
Luckily he didn't need to hear his voice to recite a spell。 Power blazed from his fingertip into the devil's body。 In a heartbeat； the kyton's flesh shriveled within its wrapping of chain。 The links sliding and flopping around it； the fiend collapsed。
A hand gripped Pharaun's shoulder and hauled him up。 He turned and saw Welverin。 The officer's mouth moved； but the wizard had no idea what he was saying。 He shook his head and pointed to his ears； which； though useless； were far from numb。 They throbbed and bled。 His insides hurt as well； and the pain made him want to destroy Syrzan all the more。
Pharaun levitated； only to find himself mere feet from something the illithilich must have conjured while its fellow age was floundering about below。 It was a huge； phosphorescent； disembodied illithid head； with mouth tentacles longer than the drow was tall。 The members writhing； the squidlike construct flew forward。 Up close； it smelled fishy。
Pharaun snatched a white leather glove and a chip of clear crystal from his cloak and menced a spell。 A tapered tentacle tip whipped around his forearm； tugged； and nearly spoiled the final manipulation； but he pulled free and pleted the pass successfully。
An immense hand made of ice appeared beside the mind flayer's head。 It wrapped its fingers around it； dug its talons in； and held the thing immobile。
The only problem was that the phantom illithid head was still blocking Pharaun's view。 He simultaneously wove a spell and bobbed lower until he saw Syrzan。
On the final word of the incantation； white fire erupted from the alhoon's desiccated flesh 。 。 。 fire that died a second later。 The magic should have transformed the undead wizard into an inanimate corpse； but the only effect had been to singe its shabby robe a little。 Pharaun reflected that despite several attempts； he had yet to injure or even jostle his adversary。 If the dark elf hadn't known better； he might have wondered if Syrzan was not in fact the better arcanist。
Much as the Mizzrym disliked handtohand bat； perhaps a change of tactics was in order。 He snatched a delicate little bone； dissected from a petty demon he'd killed in a classroom demonstration； and started to conjure。
Syrzan swung its arm and hurled a dozen flaming arrows。 They missed； bumped off course by their target's protective enchantments。 Pharaun pleted his incantation and so inflicted a hundred stabbing pains upon himself。
His body grew as large as an ogre's； and his hide thickened into scaly armor。 His teeth lengthened into tusks； and his nails into talons； while long； curved horns erupted from his brow。 A hairless tail sprouted from the base of his spine； and a whip appeared in his hand。
The transformation only took a moment； and the disfort was gone。 With a beat of his leathery new wings； Pharaun hurled himself at his foe。
The wizard raised his monstrous arms high and bellowed an incantation。 Pharaun felt a surge of churning vertigo。 The scene before him seemed to spin and twist； and despite himself； he veered off course。 He smashed down on the dais； and time skipped。 When he came to his senses； he'd reverted to his natural form and felt as weak and sick as Smylla Nathos。
The lich was staring down at him。
〃What an idiot you were to return；〃 Syrzan said。 〃You knew you were no match for me。〃
Pharaun realized he could hear again； albeit through a jangling in his ears。 He wouldn't die deaf； for whatever that was worth。
〃Stop preening；〃 said the Master of Sorcere。 〃You look ridiculous。 This isn't your pathetic dream world。 This is reality； where I'm a prince of a great city and you're just a sort of mollusk； and a dead； putrid one at that。〃
As he taunted the creature； he groped for the strength to cast a final spell。 No doubt the attack would fail like all the others。
So why； he thought； bother to attack？ Try something else instead。 Shaking with effort； he cast a spell off the side of the platform。 Blue scintilla of power glittered briefly in the air。
〃You call me pathetic？〃 Syrzan sneered。 〃What was that supposed to be？〃
If you were wearing the ring you stole； Pharaun thought； you'd know； but I doubt it would fit on your bloated fingers。
The alhoon hoisted him off the ground； then wrapped dry； flaking tentacles around his head。
You re still going to serve me； Syrzan said directly into the mage's mind； holding up one gnarled finger to reveal the silver ring。 When I devour your brain； I'll learn all your secrets。
〃Perhaps the infusion would even cure your stupidity；〃 Pharaun wheezed； 〃but I fear we'll never know。 Look around。〃
The lich turned； and he felt it jerk with surprise。
The lens of illusion he'd formed in front of the dais made Syrzan look exactly like a certain witty Master of Sorcere； and Pharaun himself resemble yet another humble ore。 Once the Mizzrym created it； he'd willed the hand of ice to release the illithid's head； and there came the construct； swooping straight at its originator。
Syrzan threw Pharaun down and faced its creation。 No doubt if left unmolested； it could have averted the construct somehow； but Pharaun found the strength for one more spell。 His labored incantation shattered the floor of the dais； staggering the alhoon and breaking its concentration。
The huge tentacles scooped Syrzan up and conveyed it to the maw behind them； whereupon the strangely shaped mouth began to suck and chew。 The alhoon's own magic mangled him as Pharaun's never had。 The lich faded for a moment； then became opaque and solid again。 It was trying to shift to another plane of existence but couldn't focus past the agony。
After a time； the enormous head blinked out of existence。 Its passing dumped inert chunks of mummified mind flayer on the floor。
Pharaun's strength began to trickle back。 He rummaged through the alhoon's stinking remains until he found his silver ring； then turned his magic on the renegades； though it wasn't really necessary。 Ryld； Welverin； and their cohorts already had the upper hand。
When the last rogue lay dead； the entranced Master of MeleeMagthere sat down crosslegged on the floor。 His chin drooped down onto his chest； and he started to snore。 Silver leg rattling as if a blow had loosened the ponents； Welverin limped over to check him and； Pharaun supposed； tend him as needed。
The Mizzrym thought he ought to take a look as well but when he tried to stand； his head spun； and he had to flop back down。
Triel stood on the balcony gazing down at the city below。 It was virtually the same view she'd surveyed on the night of the slave uprising； the burning spectacle that showed her all Menzoberranzan was in turmoil。
The fires were gone。 In their place； cold pools of standing water dotted the streets and hindered traffic。 The rain had flooded cellars and dungeons as well； and it would take time to get rid of it。 No one had anticipated a downpour； not with miles of rock between the City of Spiders and the open sky； and in consequence； no builder had made much provision for drainage。
Someone coughed a discreet little cough。 Triel turned。 Standing in the doorway； Gromph inclined his head。
〃Matron。〃
She felt a thrill of pleasure—relief； a