Halaster waved away the Otiluke's Resilient Spheres that came flying at him in rapid succession. Those were Dove and Storm's spells, after all; the two of them were the only ones who didn't care that each sphere weighed five thousand jin and had been knocked back.
Pure spell attacks were completely useless against the Black Robes.
As for Simbul, she hadn't joined the battle here. She had been trying the whole time to use Boulder Traps to bring down the flying Talos.
The Archmage then shot a contemptuous glance at Garagos, who was hopping around as Numea's unceasing Cloud-Burning Spell scorched him. Tsk, with such poor magic resistance, he still dared to provoke Mystra's Chosen?
That giant war god's brain probably couldn't even compare with the barbarian son of Tempus!
No wonder the God of War treated him like a watchdog.
The Black Robes even suspected that Tempus had known everything from the moment these people began plotting. After all, eighty percent of those who wanted to deal with him would try to make use of Garagos.
Who could blame them? This giant god had kept causing trouble and somehow continued surviving!
But aside from how he treated Torm—the Red Knight's ambiguous lover—Tempus was always shrewd and calculating, wasn't he?
Sometimes he simply overthought things and failed to arrive until everything was over, but at least he wouldn't fall into a trap.
How could he possibly fail to keep an eye on Garagos?
Tsk! Forget it. The true conspiracy of whoever was behind all this was probably in Icewind Dale.
Otherwise, Alustriel would never have dumped all her most hot-tempered sisters in Waterdeep.
Halaster surveyed the battle in the Round Hall. Aside from the apprentices who were clearly from Blackstaff Tower, he had sent a few more Shadow Wraiths over.