The turn of events had been so spectacular that even Shar had not expected her sudden whim to secretly oppose Amaunator to trigger such a chain reaction. She quickly ended her attack on the Sun Peacock and turned toward the giant screen.
The sky-full of black whip shadows vanished without a trace, leaving only a Golden Peacock with disheveled feathers and not a single tail feather remaining, lying motionless on the ground as it clung to life.
Hill silently looked over his utterly wrecked little garden and sighed softly. Fortunately, the flowers, grass, and trees had been infused with the divine power of dawn and moonlight due to the presence of Selûne and Lathander. Even the shadows beneath them seemed to have become more resilient... Though they had been knocked every which way, they had all survived the terrifying attack.
As for the tables, chairs, and benches, broken was broken. It was nothing much.
It was still all right. Though it looked miserable, nothing of real value had been lost.
Liszt poked his head into Hill's study. Only after seeing Hill give a slight nod did he hurriedly direct the puppets to restore the garden.
On the other side of the giant screen... the Archmages from Halruaa suddenly fell into turmoil. Manx's familiarity with the Amnian Archmages seemed to imply a very long-standing partnership.
But who did not know that little Manx had been sent to Waterdeep by the Halruaan royal family?
Those who schemed against others hated nothing more than discovering that all their elaborate plans had been part of someone else's scheme.
The Halruaan Archmages could no longer maintain their calm expressions of having everything under control.
An old Mage in a dark blue robe and blue wizard's hat flew out from the white-sailed ship. "You... who exactly