Memnoth
Well, it seems like some managed to escape. Memnoth says frowning, which makes a thousand wrinkles appear on his parchment-like skin. But the fury of the desert isn't off just yet he mutters with a snarl. The lich grabs a fistful of sand and lets it slowly slide among his withered fingers. Dust and wind, heed my call! Flay them to the bone! he commands.
SpoilerCasting Haboob to catch as many of the survivors as he can see. It's a 20 ft spread, damage: (5d4)[15] reflex save DC 23 for half. The whirling haze of sand obscures the sight beyond 5ft, however