It was close, they knew it. Wherever Elgrim passed, he incinerated everything. There was no more time left, we had to catch him before he broke the wind dome of the city of the Sun. In the distance he could see a great column of fire, in that direction the small elven town of Val'aare. The screams were muffled in the undergrowth of the forest. They ran following the trail of smoke and fire to save the survivors. The trees burned from the magical fire and the elves cast water spells desperately trying to put out the fire, to no avail. The three of them knew that this was a ploy to slow them down so they couldn't hunt him down, Elgrim was no fool. The prince raised his magic staff and cast one of the most powerful spells he had, leaving the village under a layer of thick ice. It would take a while to thaw but it was effective against fire, they had to buy time somehow. The prince and his group followed the path in search of the elusive lich, they were almost at the gates of the city of the Sun, the wind dome could be seen. Elgrim, surrounded by a shield of fire, stood before her reciting the ruse to break her. Clouder lunged at him without caring about the fire, grabbing him. Still, in a desperate attempt, the lich manipulated the half-elf, causing her to break it without the elven prince being able to do anything. His death was assured.