"As long as the lich and other Tier 6 undead don't move, we should be fine." Theas said. He was confident in protecting himself, but that was not his mission. To ensure that none of the others got hurt, he couldn't allow himself to be kept occupied by any of the undead. Tier 5's unwilling and higher undead, he could juggle. Tier 6's higher undead, not so much. A lich, certainly not.
"Myropsis, did you have enough time?" Eldrian asked. His confidence confusing Vivian and Theas, who turned to the centaurette (in her human form) with questions written all over their faces.
Myropsis wasn't sure what Eldrian was expecting from her, but she smiled with confidence, regardless. Honestly, their planning was lacking. They had rushed too much ever since Eldrian suddenly changed his tune. But that didn't mean Myropsis's own preparations were lacking.
