Standing upon the land of Toril, the Black Robe was currently a polite, normal archmage, so even with such a shocking entrance, he received little attention as he calmly waited for the people in the round hall to collect themselves.
"Mr. Halaster, long time no see." Dove was the earliest to recover her wits... Even though she was also full of lingering resentment toward the Blackstaff, no matter what, he was still a former brother-in-law, so she was not about to feel too much regret.
"You... didn't you blast things a bit too clean? Black Robe?" Simbul, on the other hand, was looking around everywhere... Right now, only the bare ground was left of the round hall.
The situation outside surprised even the Storm Queen.
She had seen the devastating aftermath of earthquakes many times... Yet Waterdeep right now could practically be compared to Neverwinter, which had been burned to the ground.
Of course, the temples on top of Neverwinter had burned away right along with it... That was abyss fire after all, and temples without Chosen to maintain them naturally could not hold out either.
Most of the temples in Waterdeep still existed, though... That merely proved Halaster's technique was sufficiently superb. Simbul mentally ran through the status of those temples and found that the shrines in the dwarf and gnome districts that had previously had conflicts with the Black Robe had all collapsed.
As for the elven district... The elves who still remained in Waterdeep all had some issues to a greater or lesser degree; either they had thrown in with the evil alignment, or they were simply worshippers of Lolth.
Otherwise, given even the slightest possibility, these fellows with strong racial mentalities would basically have chosen to go live in Aglaia or Mulan.
Thus, as Simbul looked