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on his staff； sighing as the last of the grievous wounds were closed forever by the magic of the ring。
A faint mist coalesced in the air in front of Dyrr； adding to itself one mote at a time until a wide； flat cloud of churning mist rolled out away from the lich and toward Gromph。
The archmage got to his feet and uttered the single triggering mand that activated another of his staff's array of powers。 Gromph couldn't see it； but thanks to the magic of the staff he was keenly aware of the confines of the invisible wall he'd conjured in front of him。
The cloud of…Gromph assumed…poisonous gas that Dyrr had conjured mixed with the smoke from the burning stalls； slowing it but not stopping it。 Gromph set the wall of magical force between himself and the cloud； and in a moment the mist began to spread along the flat surface of the wall； well away from the archmage。
Dyrr； obviously not surprised by Gromph's simple solution to the killing cloud； arced high into the air and flew over the wall of force。
The lich drew a wand from the folds of his piwafwi and stared at Gromph with a face devoid of emotion。
Gromph began to cast； judging the time necessary by the lich's flying speed。 Even when Dyrr accelerated； Gromph had the opportunity to finish the spell and step through the doorway he opened in the air next to him。 Like passing through an ordinary door； Gromph stepped out the other side having traveled a dozen yards across the burning Bazaar。 He watched the lich swoop down； swing his wand through the spot where Gromph had been standing； then e to rest on the ground growling in frustration。
Gromph dropped the wall of force and smiled。
The cloud of poisonous gas…Dyrr's own spell…burst through when the wall fell； and the lich only had time to look up before the mist engulfed him and he disappeared inside its black…and…green expanse。
Gromph took a deep breath and glanced down when the fire shield finally faded from him。 The spell he cast next was one of his most difficult。 He worked it carefully and reveled as its effects washed through him。 All at once he got the distinct impression that someone was behind him； and he knew that the spell was warning him。 No one was behind him yet； but someone would be。
Gromph spun in place then stepped back when Nimor appeared from the shadows； already bringing one black…taloned hand down at the archmage's face。 The tips of the claws passed within a finger's breadth of the archmage's nose。 Nimor let the surprise show in his eyes； and Gromph had to admit to himself at least that he was just as surprised。
The archmage skipped back several steps； and so did the assassin。 Nimor looked at Gromph with narrowed eyes that glowed in the smoky shadows of the burning Bazaar。 Gromph had a clear vision of Nimor stepping in then quickly to the left and slashing at his side…then Nimor did just that。 Gromph managed to step away again； and again the assassin was taken aback by the archmage's newfound reflexes。 What Nimor didn't know was that it wasn't reflexes but foresight。
Gromph reached into a pouch…an extradimensional space that held much more than it appeared capable of from the outside…and drew a weapon。 The duergar's battle…axe was heavy； and the weight and heft of it was unfamiliar to Gromph。 The archmage had been schooled in the use of a number of weapons； but the battle…axe was hardly his cup of tea。 It was unwieldy and unsubtle； almost more a tool than a weapon。 However； there was more to that particular axe than its blade and a handle。
He knew that Nimor was going to step back and give himself a chance to examine Gromph's weapon。 The archmage also expected that Nimor would move a few steps to one side in order to turn Gromph around and place himself between the half…dragon and the cloud that still concealed the lichdrow。 Gromph gave him the chance he wanted to study the axe but didn't oblige him with the superior position。
Archmage； Nauzhror said； are you certain？
Gromph assumed that the other mage was referring to the battle…axe； and the obvious fact that Gromph meant to actually fight the assassin with physical weapons。
Gromph sent back the answer； I know what I'm doing； at precisely the same moment that Nauzhror repeated； Archmage； are you certain？
Gromph realized he hadn't heard Nauzhror the first time。 It was the spell； showing him the future。
I see； Nauzhror replied and Gromph could feel that the other Baenre mage understood that Gromph had armed himself with perhaps the most potent weapon imaginable： the ability to perfectly anticipate every move of your opponent。
The voice came to his head for real： I see。
Gromph knew that Nimor was going to rush him in an attempt to push him back toward the cloud of poison gas； so the archmage stepped quickly to the side and circled。 Nimor took one step then stopped； eyeing Gromph。
The lich burst out of the cloud； trailing tendrils of toxic mist as he rose into the air。 He turned and faced the archmage。
〃Go ahead；〃 said the lichdrow with a leering； evil smile； 〃try to fight him with your stolen axe。 I'll enjoy watching Nimor shred you。〃
The half…dragon assassin smiled at that； and Gromph saw him ing in with one wild slash after another； a flurry of claws and kicks and head butts。 Gromph had no idea what to do。
In the instant that Nimor started to run toward him； Gromph realized that knowing what your opponent intended to do might not be enough。
Chapter Twenty…three
How could there be any sense to a world that existed； in a universe made of chaos？ In a place where the only rule was that there were no rules？
When they were there last； not very long ago； they walked enormous strands of spiderweb and saw nothing alive until they were beset upon by a horde of feral demons at the gates to a temple sealed by the face of Lolth herself。 There； a god tried to break through but couldn't。
Though they had been away from the Demonweb Pits for only a short time； much had changed。
The smooth expanse of the gigantic webs was pitted and worn。 Patches of what looked like rust went on for acres at a time。 In spots they had to climb or levitate up and down cliffs of crumbling webbing and traverse craters big enough to hold all of Menzoberranzan in their uneven bowls。
All around them was the stench of decay； so intense at times Pharaun Mizzrym thought he would suffocate。
The wizard had been walking for hours in uncharacteristic silence。 None of the drow or the draegloth mented aloud on the state of the Demonweb Pits。 It was too difficult to voice the palpable sense of despair the ruined place imbued in them all。 They stopped occasionally to rest； and minutes would go by where they didn't even look at each other。
Constantly on their guard for the plane's demonic inhabitants； at first they were all on a knife's edge； but as the hours dragged on and they saw nothing alive； let alone threatening； they soon began to relax。 That was when the despair deepened even further。
They walked on and on and finally came to Lolth's temple。 The once imposing； otherworldly structure