Amberser, despite not having witnessed the battle firsthand, wasn't the least bit worried about the members of the Elegy Poetry Society.
These were the Undead standing at the apex of the world, each one with their unique, exceptional abilities.
Dealing with the Drow Elves was not at all a question of potential upset; it was merely a matter of how long they wished to toy with them.
Amberser had his own tasks to perform, and all he hoped for now was that the Drow Matron Tristan wouldn't be affected by the ongoing battle outside.
Obviously, Tristan was even more ruthless and cold-hearted than Amberser had imagined.
She merely stood atop the high tower for a glance, confirming the inevitable defeat of the Drow Elves, then activated all of the tower's magical defenses and invested herself fully into the sacrifice.
Perhaps the ceremony could not be perfectly completed, but she believed the goddesses would forgive her.