Chapter 162: Awakening the Wolf


    The battlested all day, and it wasn’t even clear until almost evening that Tenebroum’s forces would win. At this point, the oue of the war was not in doubt, even if this desperate battle still hung in the bnce. In the broadest sense, it wouldn’t matter if it took one battle or five of them to secure their doom. However, if it gave the mages breathing room, it would almost certainly affect the quality of knowledge that it would be able to pige from the ce.


    That was what drove the Lich on more than anything at this point. A victory for the mages, while meaningless in itself, would give them hours or days to address the corpses that littered the interior of the Magica Collegium. Every head they managed to burn on a funeral pyre would be one less mage that it could add to its library. While both men and undead abominations were receable, the arcane knowledge contained in the minds of some of these men was not.


    That was what drove it to scrape together whatever reinforcements it could, including drudges fit only for digging tunnels. It would send another wave the following evening, even if only to keep the mages pinned. Fortunately, that proved unnecessary. A few minutes before the blood-red sunset, the final mage was torn to pieces where he was hiding in an alcove on the third basement floor. Out of the hundreds of deathless warriors the Lich had sent tounch this surprise attack, only seventeen of them still moved, and none of them were whole, but it was enough.


    Thanks to what it had done to the flows of magic, it had been able to aplish with a small force what it probably wouldn’t have been able to do with the entirety of its army if magic had worked properly. It had even wounded the Goddess Lunaris herself, which was, in its mind, worth nearly as much as the sacking of Abenend. Both were victories worth celebrating, and it immediately ordered Verdenin to have his acolytes and sightless monks do just that. What was the point of having a congregation or worshipers if not for moments like this?


    Sadly, the Lich could not begin to investigate its spoils immediately. Instead, its minions had to disable all of the dark obelisks and dread monoliths that it had spent so long installing. Then, once that was done, it had to wait weeks for several storm systems to dilute and dissipate the poison that had taken so long to build.


    Tenebroum spent that time listening to the songs and the chants of its growing priesthood as it lurked among the undertemple. Most of these rites involved human sacrifice, at the moment of crescendo, but these werergely war captives taken from isted viges, or tribute that hade to it from the Voice of Reason by way of Tanda. None of those lives mattered, of course, at the best use of them was for moments like this.


    Tenebroum acknowledged that such moments were indulgent, but they passed the time, and it had no other pressing tasks to aplish. Most of its ever erging empire proceeded on autopilot at this point, leaving it free for new experiments. The Lich did not have to travel east to Constantinal to ensure that the production of its armies were proceeding on schedule, any more than it had to travel north to where its armies were marching across the desert, one night at a time.


    Indeed, the only thing it paused to do besides bask in the adoration and the fear of its worshipers was to study the stain on the face of the moon. Because of the way her phases changed, and she moved to hide the darkness, it was hard to see, but even so, Tenebroum could very clearly see the shadow''s long tendrils crawling across her surface. Its weapon had found its mark, and though it spread slowly, it was still spreading, which meant that the Lunar Goddess of magic and protection still hadn’t found a way to fullybat his vile sorcery.


    That was wee news, highlighting that she was every bit as unprepared for him as Siddrim had been. So, while the Lich listened to dirges that celebrated his final victory over thest holdout of the area, it mused and deliberated over various ns that might be used to end her once and for all before passing them off to its library so they could be refined and implemented. It was only three weekster when the taint in Abened had fallen by more than ny percent, that the Lich approached the school in a body that had been prepared for this environment. Though not exactly built forbat, the abomination it walked the world once more with had been fortified and reinforced with a leaden skin that had been embedded with hundreds of cast iron runes that were meant to warn and protect against the worst of the miasma’s effects.


    This form carried no weapons with it beyond its metal fists and its powerful runes of protection. Indeed, it was armed only with a golden cor that it had made for its quarry, should it really be here.


    Tenebroum wished to see their of its enemy with its own eyes, but it would not do so in a foolhardy way that would see it crippled for weeks or worse. Its encounter with the Temr and his dragon fire had left an indelible lesson in that regard.


    Still, if those mages had so many powerful weapons that they could use them so casually, then it was that much more important that it carefully dissected their holdings itself. That was why it did not delegate this task to a lesser mind and journeyed from the cavernous beachhead its minions had dug several miles from the school to the charred gates themselves.


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    The way was not far and led through the partially rebuilt ruins of Abenend, but the faint glows that spread across the Lich’s leaden skin revealed nothing it needed to be concerned about. The school itself, though, was another matter. There, in certain hallways and in ces where the fighting had been thickest, the miasma still clung to the corpses of the fallen, and it was forced to backtrack and take new paths to its goals.


    In its wake, it left drudges with any number of orders: clean this up, gather those books, harvest and preserve these heads. There was always a flurry of activity in the Lich’s wake, but whenever it was examining something important, it was always alone so that it might deliberate in stillness.


    The Collegium was a mess but an impressive one. From the outside, the Lich had viewed it as a castle and a bastion of war for so long that it was easy to forget that it was a school with lodging for hundreds of students and dozens of teachers. It took quite a lot of space to support all of those people, as well as the servants who cooked and cleaned for them. On top of all that facilities to support that mass of humanity, there were also innumerable warehouses, store rooms, study halls, libraries, workshops, and ssrooms.


    After almost a day of wandering the premises, the Lich was fairly sure that the ce wasrger on the inside than it was on the outside. That realization was enough to make it recall the ufortable battle that urred with the city god of Constantinal so long ago. For a brief moment, fear of that inexplicable infinity shot through it. If the space inside the Magica Collegium was distorted in simr ways, might there be simrly inescapable traps?


    The thought put the Lich on guard for the next several days, but it was not afraid. The mere idea that something might exist was not enough to merit retreat. After all, despite all the battles that had taken ce here, it had never seen evidence of a small god associated with the Collegium. It was certainly old enough to have one, of course, but it was also entirely possible that the mages had done something to prevent one from taking root.


    Tenebroum might find the answer to those questions when it began to ransack the memories of the mages that lived here, but for now it put it out of its mind and focused on the present as it descended ever deeper into the dead hallways of the school.


    Along the way, the Lich found dozens of objects of interest, from magical relics that it did not fully understand to books that had been bound shut for unknown purposes. Every one of these was collected, but it was only on the bottom floor of the deepest basement that the Lich finally found what it was looking for.


    There, past remains that had been interred in Sepelchurs that disyed the honor or dishonor that led the mortal remains of some ancient sorcerer to be interred in such a spot; the Lich finally saw the stone sarcophagus it had been searching for, sealed in lead and lying undisturbed for who knew how long.


    The runes of its magic-resistant body glowed a dull, angry red down here. That wasn’t because the whole floor was guarded against evil withyered enchantments. They might be enough to make a lesser drudge cease to function or crumble to dust, but against the Lich, all they could do was express their displeasure as it moved past them.


    When the Lich reached the Sarcophegus, it ripped the stone lid off without much effort at all. For a moment, the enchantments that warded the lid screamed against its touch, but even as its current body’s fingertips began to melt, it hurled the thing aside, letting it shatter against the far wall.


    There, in the container, was arge, desated hound that might have been nearly the size of a pony bound by rusted chains. The Lich had half expected it toe to life on the spot, but when it sat there like little more than the mummified pet of a long-dead king, it ced the cor around the neck of the ancient hound’s corpse, then picked up the animal and began to carry it toward the exit. Obviously, the magics and wards were still too stone down here, and it would need to be revived elsewhere.


    The wards that Tenebroum had bypassed easily enough did not like this turn of events and glowed all the fiercer as it tried to leave, forcing the Lich to deface several on his way out the door. <em>The mages here had truly nned for everything; well, everything except for it,</em> Tenebroum thought darkly.


    The Lich brought its burden to a dining hall on the first floor. It was empty and save for a single feature, utterly unimportant. It just happened to be just below the room on the second floor where Tenebroum had ordered its drudges to gather all the unimportant bodies.


    So, it set the hound down in the center of the floor, and then, with a thought, the Lich ordered one of the reavers in the room above to punch a hole in the floor above, allowing all the blood that had started to pool up there to rain down on the ancient creature.


    At first, nothing happened. It was only after almost a minute that Tenebroum noticed that the desated corpse was drinking in that awful vitality and slowly returning to life. Moment by moment, its muscles bulged, and its tissues became more supple until it was finally strong enough to shatter the chains that bound it.


    Slowly, like a newborn fawn it found the strength to stand, and stood there on shivering legs. Then, when it turned and saw the Lich standing there, it growled a deep, bone chilling growl that resonated throughout the room. It took a moment, and then it slowly advanced on the leaden construct with its teeth bared.


    Before it got halfway to Tenebroum, though, the Lich spat amand. “Sit!” The word echoed through the room briefly, and then a momentter, though the giant hound clearly didn’t want to, it did exactly that.