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Aliisza looked out over the Plain of Infinite Portals； the gateway to the Abyss； and sighed。 It had been a very long time since she'd been home； and at first it looked the same。 She watched the ship of chaos fall through a red sky she used to fly through as a girl； then crash on sand she once sculpted into monsters from faraway universes…monsters like solars； ki…rin； and humans。 It looked the same； but it wasn't…not quite。
Perhaps she had spent too much time with the goddess…obsessed dark elves； but Aliisza was sure there was something different about the Abyss； as if a piece of it were missing。
The feeling didn't make sense； and it confused the alu…fiend and made her unfortable； so she pushed it out of her mind。
Aliisza forced herself to smile even though she didn't feel like smiling； as she followed the drow from a safe distance and invisible。
The alu…fiend wasn't the only demonic creature that watched the drow just then。 Another looked on from a similar far vantage point； cloaked in invisibility and other defensive spells。 The creature seethed with hatred。
Floating in the air high above the Plain of Infinite Portals； the glabrezu touched the ruined stump of its legs and growled； 〃Soon； drow。 Soon 。 。 。〃
Halisstra ran a finger along the warm； glowing edge of the Crescent Blade and marveled at its beauty。 It was a magnificent weapon； and one she would never feel worthy of。 Ryld should have drawn that blade； not her。 Ryld would have known what to do with it。
The Melarn priestess felt the absence of her lover in a physically painful way。 There was an emptiness in her chest that burned； that ached； that throbbed with uncertainty and longing； and a host of other emotions both alien and familiar。
〃If you can't do it；〃 Feliane whispered to her； 〃you need to tell me now。 Now； before we go any farther。〃
Halisstra looked up at Feliane and her eyesight blurred with tears。
〃Tell me；〃 the Eilistraeen prodded。
Halisstra wiped her eyes and said； 〃I can do it。〃
The elf priestess stared at her； waiting for Halisstra to go on。
Halisstra looked down at her tear…soaked hand with blurred vision。 Her eyes were hot； her throat so tight it was painful。 She hadn't done much crying in her life and had certainly never cried over the fate of a male； a soldier 。 。 。 anyone。
I've changed； she thought。 I am changing。
〃He didn't want me to；〃 Halisstra whispered。
〃He wanted you to go back to the Underdark；〃 said Uluyara； 〃if not to Lolth。〃
Halisstra looked up at the drow priestess。 Uluyara stood in the doorway； framed by the blinding twilight behind her。 She was dressed for battle； covered in tokens made of feathers； sticks； and shards of bone。 Halisstra nodded； and Uluyara stepped in。
The drow priestess crossed to the bed that Halisstra had once shared with Ryld Argith and kneeled。 She took Halisstra's chin in one rough…fingered hand； holding her gently and forcing their eyes to meet。
〃If they killed him；〃 Uluyara said； 〃it's but another reason to do what you've been doing； another reason to leave them behind at least and defeat them forever if possible。〃
〃By killing Lolth？〃 asked Halisstra。
〃Yes；〃 answered Feliane； who still stood leaning against the weed…covered wall； also dressed for battle and for a long journey。
〃I need you to tell me something；〃 Halisstra asked； her eyes darting back and forth between the two women。 〃I need you to tell me that this is possible； I mean even remotely possible。〃
Uluyara smiled and shrugged； but Feliane said； 〃It's possible。〃
Both Halisstra and Uluyara looked over at her。
〃Anything is possible；〃 Feliane explained； 〃with the right tools and with a goddess on your side。〃
〃Eilistraee can't go where we're going；〃 Halisstra said； 〃not to the Demonweb Pits。〃
〃No； she can't；〃 Uluyara agreed。 〃That's why she's sending us。〃
〃If we die there；〃 Halisstra asked Uluyara； who dropped her hand from the priestess's chin； 〃what bees of us？〃
〃We go to Eilistraee；〃 Uluyara replied。
Halisstra could hear the certainty in the drow's reply and see it in her eyes。
〃I don't know that for sure；〃 Halisstra said。
〃So；〃 said Feliane； 〃what do you know for sure？〃
Halisstra looked at her and the elf returned the gaze with almost perfect stillness。
〃I know 。 。 。〃 Halisstra began even as she was thinking it through。 〃I know that Lolth abandoned me and was a cruel mistress who let our city； our way of life fall into ruin； perhaps simply to satisfy some whim。 I know that her temple on the sixty…sixth layer is sealed and there are no departed souls there。 I know that eternity is closed off to me； thanks to her。〃
〃What has changed？〃 asked Feliane。
Halisstra looked at Uluyara when she said； 〃Eilistraee。〃
〃Eilistraee hasn't changed；〃 Uluyara whispered。
〃No；〃 Halisstra agreed； 〃I have。〃
Uluyara smiled； and so did Halisstra； then the Melarn priestess began to cry。
〃I miss him；〃 she said through a sob。
Uluyara put a hand on Halisstra's neck and drew her closer until their foreheads touched。
〃Would you have been able to miss him；〃 asked Uluyara； 〃if you were still Halisstra Melarn； First Daughter of House Melarn of Ched Nasad； Priestess of Lolth？ Would that ever have entered into your mind？〃
〃No；〃 Halisstra replied without hesitation。
〃Then Eilistraee has touched you；〃 said Uluyara。 〃Eilistraee has blessed you。〃
Halisstra looked up at Feliane and asked； 〃Do you believe that too？〃
Feliane looked at her for the span of a few heartbeats then said； 〃I do。 You wield the Crescent Blade； if for no other reason 。 。 。 but there are other reasons。 Yes； I think Eilistraee has blessed you； indeed； and blessed us all with your presence。〃
Halisstra nodded then looked to Uluyara。 The other drow female nodded and hugged her。 The embrace was a quick one； sisterly； warm； and reassuring。
〃Well；〃 Halisstra said when the embrace ended； 〃I think we should begin。 There's a long road ahead for us and the most frightening opponent of all at the end of it： a goddess on her home plane。〃
Uluyara stood； helping Halisstra up with her。 Halisstra dressed for travel and for fighting as the other two had； but when she was done she felt heavy and stiff。
Gromph's world had been reduced to a series of circles。
The antimagic field surrounded him in a circle of null space that would dissipate any spell that tried to pierce it and suppress any magical effect within it。 The pain in his leg circled all the way around； where the interrupted regenerative effect of the ring had only partially reattached it； leaving a ragged； seeping wound all the way around the middle of his thigh。 Past the outer edge of the antimagic field a tiny circle…a sphere really…of condensed magical fire orbited slowly around and around。 It was Dyrr's next explosive blast of fire； held in check； circling； waiting for the field to drop。 The lichdrow was circling him too； and like his fireball； waiting。
Gromph sat on the cool rock floor of the ruined Bazaar trying not to actually writhe in agony； concentrating on his breathing； and making himself think。
〃How long can it last； Gromph？〃 the lichdrow taunted from well outside the antimagic field。 〃Not forever； I know。 Not as long as my own would。 Am I that frightening to you that you have to hide so； even in plain sight？〃
Gromph didn't bother answering。 He wasn't afraid of the lichdrow。 In fact； he was more concerned with Nimor Imphraezl。 The winged assassin had disappeared into the shadows； back into his natural element。 He could be anywhere。 Dyrr； a being literally held together by magic； would no more cross the threshold of the antimagic field than he would throw himself headlong into the Clawrift。 Nimor； on the other hand； had likely lost most if not all of his magic in the disjunction anyway and needed no spell to cut with his claws。
The Weave was blocked by the field； but that was all。 Gromph； weak and in pain from loss of blood and the morbid wound in his leg； was all but helpless against anything but spells。 Nimor could walk right up…anyone could walk right up…and kill the Archmage of Menzoberranzan with a dagger across the throat。
At least； Gromph thought； I don't have to listen to Prath remind me of that。
The field blocked the telepathic link he'd established with the other Baenre mages。 Gromph was entirely on his own； though he was sure Nauzhror and the others were still watching。
〃Please tell me you aren't going to just sit there and die；〃 Dyrr said。 〃I've e to expect so much more from you。〃
〃Have you？〃 Gromph answered； every word ing with a painful effort。 〃What have you 。 。 。 e to expect。 。 。 from Nimor？〃
〃Why； Archmage；〃 the lich replied； 〃whatever do you mean？〃
〃Where is he？〃 Gromph said。 〃Where has your half…dragon gone？ He could kill me easily enough； and we both know that。 Has he…〃 Gromph winced through a wave of pain…〃abandoned you？〃
〃I never trusted Nimor Imphraezl；〃 said the lich。 〃What's your excuse ？〃
Gromph puzzled over that last ment。
Still； some of what the lich said rang painfully true。 If he didn't drop the antimagic field； the ring would never finish reattaching his leg。 If he sat there he would succumb to shock； loss of blood； even infection soon enough。 The only thing keeping Dyrr from killing him was killing him。
Gromph did nothing to alert Dyrr to his intentions。 He didn't draw in any dramatic； shuddering breath。 He didn't move his trembling； pain…ravaged body。 He didn't even look at the lich or at the bead of pressed fire waiting for its chance to immolate him。 Everything that was happening was occurring inside his mind。
Gromph mentally arranged spells； bringing the opening stanzas to mind； willing his fingers in advance to form the gestures。 He kept one hand on his staff； knowing that its magic wasn't gone but was simply suppressed； waiting the same way Dyrr's fireball…and Dyrr himself…was waiting。
He dropped the antimagic field； and in that same instant the globe burst back around him and the spell tripped rapidly past his lips。 The bead of fire dropped out of its lazy orbit and shot at him as fast as a bolt from a crossbow； but Gromph's spell was a split second faster。 The spell enabled him to push the bead of fire away with a wave of invisible force。 Using the power of his mind； Gromph seized control of the nascent fireball and sent it hurtling back at the lichdrow。
Dyrr backed quickly away from it then turned and flew fast。 Gromph kept the fireball racing toward the lich； gaining on him。
The pain in his leg began to fade and was replaced once more by pulses of nettling as it drew itself together。 Concentrating on chasing the fleeing lich with his own fireball； Gromph didn't see the blood that still surrounded him…his own blood…being soaked up by the skin of his leg。 As it drew into his tissue； the blood itself warmed； and one by one the cells came back to life。
The bead of fire was within a handspan of the fleeing lich when Nimor stabbed Gromph in the back。
The archmage might have thought that he'd be accustomed to the odd blast of mind…ravaging agony by then； but the pain hit him full force。 He could feel every fraction of an inch of the blade's path through his skin； into and through the muscles of his back。 He could feel the cold steel pierce his heart。
Gromph gasped and lost control of the spell that held the fireball。 He closed his eyes against the flare of it exploding…too far from Gromph to burn him but too far from the lich to damage him either。
That wasn't the only fire。 The flickering shield of arcane flames that had surrounded him before he cast the antimagic field had returned to him as had the globe。 Fire poured over the wound in Gromph's back even though it hadn't protected him from the dagger。 Fire washed over Nimor； who released the knife and staggered back； waving off the flames that once again seared his shadow…black face。
The dagger was still in him； still in his heart； and Gromph lurched forward to sprawl on his st