A tall male torso burst out of the pearl fan in Manx's hand. He was a broad-shouldered human man with a long beard and only one intact eye; the other was covered by an eyepatch. He wore half-plate armor and a pair of black leather gloves.
The lower half, connected to one of the pearls on the small fan, was still a vortex of blue-white storm winds streaked with blood-red lines like exploding lightning.
"Talos!" Simbul cried out in surprise. "You..."
She had never expected Talos to attack her in Waterdeep at the cost of sacrificing his divine power network.
Although Simbul had a fiery temper, was unreasonable, and could almost be considered insane, many people still associated the words sinister and cunning with her. At a time like this, she could naturally understand that Talos's target was her.
Moreover, she had been the target from the very beginning... The Seven Sisters of the Northlands all had distinct personalities. After eliminating the others, it was obvious that she would be the one to come.
And Aglarond, which she had left behind... That country had long since become a massive formation as a whole through her thousand-year design. No matter where she appeared, she could enjoy an enhancement comparable to that of the Advanced Mage Tower.
In particular, the enormous elemental energy pools could even let Simbul fight Gods directly, let alone an avatar.
With Toril restricted as it was now, the only way to deal with Simbul was to wait until she left her country. Yet Simbul was not stupid either. There was no Elminster in Shadowdale, and without anything major happening, she would never leave.
Simbul truly had not expected Talos to create this Manx, taking such a roundabout route just to lure her out of Aglarond!
But the