The eight schools of Thay had fought until only the victorious Necromancy School remained.
Halruaa was even more divided than they had been. Who knew what would be left of it in the end?
But that was not Hill's concern.
Edna Mystra would not care either. Nothing mattered less to the Goddess of Magic than which believers followed her.
Even if she returned to the Magic Weave, she would probably be thinking about how to imitate Black Eye: spread out her divine power and set up anchors throughout the Magic Weave. Ostensibly, it would make the Magic Weave safer, but everyone knew what she really wanted.
No Goddess of Magic other than Mystryl had possessed the noble spirit to value Toril more than her own life.
Hill's most pressing task was to spot any other movement on the giant screen amid all those shades of green and varying depths of red.
"The Amn Navy's group will definitely be the last to arrive," Shar gently reminded the three viewers staring at the screen. "They're used to moving as a group, and they're very good with bombs. They must be blasting their way through from the coast.
"It's relatively safe. Nothing in Chult is strong enough right now to give them much trouble.
"Ubtao is probably still hesitating. Unless these people really can open those two doors, he won't tear through space to come here lightly.
"He has no divine-power network he can use to create an avatar. If he draws on the divine power he left in Chult, the commotion won't be much different from tearing his own home apart.
"So he can only come in at the last moment."
Meanwhile, the other being who could threaten the intruders was busy panning the camera around, looking for anything out of place.