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In the sun-drenched city of Tesser, on the silvery beaches of Suren, in Alabel, and in all the other cities where the gods rested, similar pillars of light appeared, shining brightly and reaching into the sky. The gods returned to their divine realm, reclaiming their rightful authority. The coiled magical web unfurled anew, calming the chaotic magic, and the magical calamities that had ravaged the continent quietly subsided. Spellcasters regained their ability to cast spells normally, whether it was domain spells praying to the gods or arcane spells manipulating the warp and weft of the magical web.
The change was so swift and thorough, like the passing of a dream. The turmoil and chaos that had plagued the entire continent of Faerûn, the spellcasting disorder that had left spellcasters helpless, and the absence of gods that had driven clergy to despair, were all swept away under the baptism of this divine light.
From east to west, from south to north, the magical networks of different regions, like silk smoothed by an invisible giant hand, were once again woven back into the foundation of reality. Those magical zones that had once erupted with uncontrollable energy calmed down, and the catastrophic energy storms dissipated. Across the continent, countless spellcasters were pleasantly surprised to find that the magical energy within them had become smooth and controllable again, and the construction and casting of spells had regained their former precision and reliability.
Those clergy who had prayed to the gods in vain finally felt a response from the divine realm once more. The bond between their souls and the divine became strong and secure again, and divine power flowed into their prayers and spells once more. Those wounds that could not heal, those curses that could not be expelled, and those defilements that could not be purified were all redeemed under the restored divine power.
Only the crumbling walls and ruins of Waterdeep, and the collapsed corner of Waterdeep Mountain, still tell the story of what had just happened. From the ruins came the cries and cheers of survivors; people crawled out of the dust and rubble, gazing up at the now clear sky, tears washing over their dust-covered faces. This city, having endured so much, now witnessed one of the most important moments in the history of Faerûn; every stone, every inch of its land, would become an eternal legend in the mouths of future bards.
Still unable to speak, Cyric spread his wings to steady himself in mid-air. He looked down and saw a group of dragons taking off from the ruins and surrounding him, as well as two archmages who had regained their spellcasting abilities. He decisively transformed into a continuously leaping shadow, blurred in mid-air, and disappeared into the clouds above Waterdeep.
Aside from a few who knew Cyric's identity, the Death Hunter's escape went largely unnoticed. The grand spectacle of the gods' return left everyone in awe, with no time to consider the fate of a defeated dragon. Perhaps it would seek new power, perhaps it would hide in a corner of the world to lick its wounds, or perhaps it would bury its resentment deep within, waiting for the next opportunity for revenge.
Casalos, however, eagerly anticipates its return—if hatred for him is a necessary condition for the Dragon Vault to capture it, Cyric has clearly fulfilled that requirement. If Casalos can manage to force it back to the Astral Plane, he might just gain another dragon soul.
Inside the hollow of Deepwater Mountain, Jaeger, who hadn't been taken away by AO, lowered his mask and vanished silently. He called himself the gatekeeper of death, yet AO stripped him of his divine authority and power for dereliction of duty. Now that the gods have returned to their plane, the three gods of death who had taken his divine authority and power have perished, and he too has failed to return to his rightful "post," leaving his thoughts unknown.
With the disappearance of AO and the gods, the Dragon Treasury once again pulled Casalozs's perception into a strange perspective, allowing it to quietly watch AO and the gods, seeing their divine essence being pulled back into the divine realm, merging with the sleeping faces within the divine realm, and restoring their complete divine form.
This was a sight unseen by mortals or gods alike, transcending the boundaries of kingdoms. The essence of the gods was like a flowing river of light, each deity possessing a unique color and rhythm. They intertwined yet remained distinct beneath the dome of the divine realm, forming a magnificent panorama of light. Casalos saw that those gods who had once struggled through the mortal world, upon returning to their places, radiated dazzling divine light once more. Their aura and existence were amplified infinitely, extending to every corner of the entire continent of Faerûn.
What particularly struck Casalos was that the divine essence of Isis and Midnight exhibited an unprecedented twinning state, their radiances intertwined yet each maintaining a distinct personality. Isis's part was a deep and mysterious blue-purple, shimmering with star-like points of light; Midnight's was a warm and serene silver, like moonlight on a calm sea—identical to Mystra or the even more ancient Mysriel.
Casalos didn't know if this represented two completely different understandings of magic, two entirely different philosophies of magic, but they achieved a perfect unity and fusion in this sacred position.
This will have a profound impact on the development of magic in Faerûn; at the very least, magical authority will be shared, meaning that magical progress will become more diverse and open. And with Isis as a safety net, in addition to...
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In the distant future, every life on the continent of Faerûn will be able to awaken the inherent magical responses of all things. This will be a crucial breakthrough for the magical civilization of the entire continent, and Faerûn may have the potential to move towards a high-magic world.
The prerequisite is that Isis can securely hold onto the power of the Goddess of Magic. Leaving aside other matters, Shar, who recently voiced her opposition, is constantly plotting to kill the Goddess of Magic—this is the fundamental reason why she joined Musk and Jaeger in instigating Cyric to seize the Tablets of Fate.
The battles between the gods are largely a clash of concepts regarding divine authority, and the God of Death is undoubtedly a way to defeat the Goddess of Magic. In the original timeline, Cyric, who became the God of Madness, was manipulated by Shar to kill the new Goddess of Magic, Midnight.
Now that Cyric is gone, who knows what kind of conspiracy the Night Goddess will begin?
Drawn by the Dragon's Treasury, Casalos's senses even penetrated into the Polaris Camp, where it saw that as the gods returned to their places, the AO, returning to its own domain, let out a long sigh of relief. It felt a profound sense of liberation; its gods were finally beginning to fulfill the mission entrusted to them.
Even someone like an AO (Advanced Individualist) can experience moments of fatigue and anxiety.
The relationship between AO and the Celestial Realm is perhaps far more complex than it appears on the surface. AO is not only the rule-maker but also the maintainer and guardian of this crystalline system. Those gods who should be the managers of order but are constantly challenging the rules are unknowingly increasing AO's burden.
The God of Gods sat alone, cross-legged, in the Polaris Tent, an endless void beyond the comprehension of even the gods. Of all conceivable forms of existence, this was His favorite. He existed within time, yet was detached from time; He was both at the center of the kingdom's heavens and separate from them.
The scene Casalos witnessed was beyond its comprehension; it belonged to the highest level of existence in the endless universe. Even with the pull of the Dragon Treasury, its perception could only glimpse a corner, unable to grasp its full extent. It wasn't a problem with the Dragon Treasury, but rather that Casalos was still far too weak, even though it had surpassed ordinary ancient dragons.
The Polaris Camp seems to be the fulcrum of the Celestial Sphere in the multiverse, or perhaps a realm of consciousness that transcends all concrete forms. There, the concepts of time and space become blurred; past, present, and future are like an ever-extending line, intertwined yet independent of each other.
AO's thoughts turned to Toril, this still-young world that had recently drained too much of His energy. Hundreds of planes appeared around the camp, inhabited by all sorts of beautiful, evil, and benevolent creatures. Toril was one of His most satisfying creations, and also one He almost lost, all thanks to the gods.
In the eyes of AO, the gods are the key gears in the operation of this dimensional system, but at the same time, they are also the most unstable factors.
They possess extraordinary power, yet they often cannot escape individual limitations and desires, a contradiction that leads to periodic crises and upheavals. This latest theft of the Fate Stone has nearly shaken the very foundations of the entire kingdom's heavens, plunging Toril into an unprecedented crisis.
However, the key lies with two mortal inhabitants, Isis and Midnight—in fact, the iron dragon, though as He said, dragons are not under His control, thus making Isis and Midnight the crucial figures.
The Ao saw in them a new balance that He had never considered before. He therefore called upon them to correct the world, and fortunately, both answered the call, achieving this new fulcrum of balance. But even as this balance was being established, it remained a crisis for Toril; He would never again allow His deities to so seriously threaten it.
His penetrating gaze could see that the outcome of these two mortals becoming gods exceeded his expectations.
They entered the divine realm with mortal experience and understanding, yet they were not corrupted by the expanding power. Instead, they kept their mission and responsibilities firmly in mind. This sense of balance and practical wisdom from the mortal world is perhaps a crucial element lacking in all pantheons, and it will inject new vitality and direction into the entire pantheon.
AO even considered whether the gods should periodically descend to the mortal realm in human form for training... He closed his eyes and entered his own inner world. Casalos's perception, along with his consciousness, immersed itself in a more wondrous realm, one it could not fully comprehend. It was the edge of the multiverse, before the concept of realms, celestial time, existed. There, no material form existed; even energy and consciousness existed in a completely new way.
There, there exist as many as the stars in the sky, just like AO!
AO is just one of many similar entities, each guarding its own universe and order, maintaining a delicate balance and connection with one another.
A luminous being greeted Him, enveloping Him in its energy. This luminous entity was both warm and cold, tolerant and harsh. "So, how is your universe functioning, AO?" The voice was gentle, yet incredibly solemn.
"They have regained their balance, my lord. The kingdoms are safe once more."
"Excellent, AO, excellent..."
Just then, the illusion of the Dragon's Treasury abruptly stopped, pulling Casalos's consciousness back to reality.
"What...is this?" It was unable to express in words the shock it felt at what it had seen and heard.
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1. A New Beginning
The cocoon entangled by the magic net dissipated, and the long-lost warm sunlight shone through the clear blue sky. The magic that should have been constantly enveloping the continent of Faerûn became active again. The familiar magical fluctuations made the spellcasters feel like fish out of water after a drought, and they were all overjoyed.
Casalos did not yet possess the power to comprehend the true meaning of what it had just witnessed. Emerging from the ruins of Skullport, it spread its wings and soared into the sky. In the fading light of the returning gods, it could vaguely survey the devastation of the entire glorious city: over two-thirds of the city had been washed away by the sea into ruins, nearly half of the buildings had completely collapsed, and the death rate was around forty percent… Waterdeep had suffered its most severe catastrophe since its founding.
This crown of the North has just witnessed a turning point in Faerûn's history, and now it is its turn to witness how the city rises from the ruins!
“Pilgueren’s search and rescue team is too inefficient. It takes more than ten minutes to rescue each person. If this continues, most of the people still alive under the rubble will have to wait to die.”
Casalos hovered above Deepwater Mountain. Isis, who had just been granted the title of Goddess of Magic, was no longer there. She and Midnight had been taken to the Kingdom of Gods by AO to familiarize themselves with their divine duties and powers, and would not be back for a while. Such a matter of a new god taking over and an old god handing over power was countless times more complicated than the handover of a mortal king, not to mention the addition of a god who shared divine duties.
This doesn't affect Casalos's chance to use its wing claws; there's probably no one in Waterdeep who can oppose it now.
"If anyone objects, that's even better. Anyway, the post-disaster reconstruction projects here can't fool me—the Pink Hall Restoration Project Fund, the Thieves Guild's disaster relief charity funds, the Black Staff Library's huge post-disaster reconstruction funds... will definitely be exploited at every level during the reconstruction. Destruction is the only way to build. It's time to take over Waterdeep completely."
Casalos adjusted his flight altitude and swooped down to land in front of Pilgaren: "The situation is critical, saving lives is the priority. Searching point by point like this is not impossible, but it's a bit inefficient. How about this, I'll go and get some people to come and help?"
Piergaren, demoted to Warden Commander, was directing a group of exhausted Wardens to move a collapsed doorway when he heard Casalos's words. He couldn't help but raise his weary face to look at it. The Warden Commander's eyes were bloodshot, his dusty face was covered with stubble, and his once glamorous image was nowhere to be seen.
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"Mobilize people? Who are you planning to mobilize? What other organized force can you mobilize?" he asked, somewhat puzzled, then paused, scrutinizing Casalos. "The 'Lord' of the Public Realm?"
This was clearly no joke. Piergellen, his voice hoarse, forced a smile, trying to vent his pent-up frustration. Casalos could hear the dejection in his voice—at least his concern about the state of Waterdeep was real. The massive casualties from the tsunami and the destruction of key city infrastructure had almost pushed this once-glorious city to the brink of an internal power vacuum.
“I have already made the deployment arrangements. The magic network has just been restored, and some of its power can be used to save people.”
Casalos spread his wings, his figure suddenly rising to the highest point of the ruins, and shouted to those around him: "Everyone, gather around me, I have something to announce!"
From all around the ruins, many mages, their robes disheveled and faces weary, were drawn to the dragon's direction. Elminster, Kelben Black Staff, and several other powerful mages approached one by one. Upon seeing Razor Fangs flap his wings and land beside Casalos with several young dragons, and the half-dragon kobolds immediately responding to the call, spreading their wings and gathering around Casalos, Kelben's expression grew increasingly serious.
“Gather all mages above Exemplary rank and above, and place them all under my command for now,” Casalos said to Razor, then turned to Kelben Black Staff. “I need to summon a special portal, which will probably require using the magic circle at the Black Staff Tower, if you don’t mind. I need to cast a high-elf spell.”
A flicker of surprise and excitement flashed in Elminster's eyes as he listened in. He frowned, his voice hoarse from thirst carrying a hint of doubt and anticipation: "High Elf magic? Are you going to cast a spell together? I was fortunate enough to see such magic in the City of Song when I was young, but... that was more than a thousand years ago."
“That’s right, it’s combined spellcasting. Don’t worry, the Black Staff Tower is one of the few sturdy structures left in Waterdeep, and I know it needs to be used as a temporary shelter. But I’m just opening a door; it won’t hinder its shelter function, and it will actually be of extra help.” Casaroz said, extending a wing hook towards Razor, revealing a crystal engraved with strange runes. “My spellcasting ability is still shallow, and summoning on my own isn’t stable enough; I need the Black Staff Tower’s magic circle to amplify it.”
Shaving Tooth looked at Casalos curiously: "You actually mastered high elf magic? With your spellcasting level, that should be impossible. We didn't find anything like that on the Mystron mission."
Casalos smiled slightly: "I once rescued some slaves, many of whom were ancient elves from other worlds. They had not forgotten the spellcasting methods bestowed upon them by the elven gods. Coupled with some other fortuitous encounters, this was enough for me to master this unique combined spellcasting."
It's impossible for Casalos to cast high elven magic, but if a pseudo-Laplace's demon is in charge and maintains focus, casting a high elven spell that isn't particularly powerful will definitely not cause any problems.
Kelben Black Staff's brow furrowed even more: "Are you going to... summon monsters from the outer planes? That's extremely dangerous." As a former member of the Harpists, he was clearly very wary of such matters.
“Kelburn, I just need to call over the construction team from my territory.”
"An engineering team?" Not only Kelburn, but everyone present looked puzzled.
“Yes, it’s an engineering team, a professional magical engineering team, my magical engineering team.” Casalos paused, a sly look on his face. “They are currently building a small castle for me in a region of the astral plane, but it seems they can be of greater use here.”
Piergelen climbed onto the ruins, looking at Casalos with a complicated expression: "A magical engineering team from the Dragon Territory? I've never heard of a magical engineering team in a dragon's territory. What are you planning?"
Casalos didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took out a scroll bearing a special emblem from his inner storage and read aloud: "In view of the current situation of Waterdeep, I, Casalos, as the open lord of Waterdeep, hereby mobilize all the resources at my disposal to help Waterdeep overcome its difficulties and to take full control of the city."
“I understand your command, lord. You have the authority to mobilize any forces that can aid the city,” Piergelen said after a moment’s thought, his tone becoming solemn.
Kelben Blackstalker gave Piergellen a surprised look, but ultimately just nodded slightly in acquiescence. Waterdeep truly needed all possible help at this moment, regardless of its source.
Thus, the Black Staff Tower's teleportation array was activated with the permission of its current master, while Razor gathered almost all the Exemplary mages of Waterdeep City at the foot of Waterdeep Mountain. Under the on-site guidance and arrangement of the half-dragon warlocks, they joined the ranks of joint spellcasting.
The mages didn't need to manipulate the magic network; they only needed to harmonize their magic with the half-dragon warlocks who guided them, and then let them slowly channel it into the great flow. A massive, eccentric magic circle centered on the black staff tower slowly took shape, and a deep blue pillar of light shot into the sky, seemingly tearing through space to form a gigantic portal large enough to accommodate even a dragon.
Beyond the portal lay a corner of a magnificent astral city-state—Tunaras. Through the portal, one could see thousands of figures methodically lining up.
Despite the many events that had transpired in the past few days, the situation in Waterdeep City remained one of utter disbelief at yet another "miracle." Shaving Tooth, Kelburn, Elminster, and Piergelen all stared in astonishment at the scene before them, especially Kelburn and Elminster, whose eyes flashed with disbelief.
“Thunaras…this is Thunaras!” Kelben Black Staff gasped. “How could this astral city…”
“That’s right, it’s Tunaras.” Casalos nodded in satisfaction. “Now it belongs to me.”
This simple declaration left the few mages present who recognized this astral city looking at each other in bewilderment. The few Githyanki and Githzerai hiding in different corners were even more dumbfounded; they understood the significance of Tunaras better than anyone else.
Elminster clearly recognized the city as well, and he asked incredulously in a low voice, "When...did you acquire this city?"
“That’s not important. What’s important is that it’s mine now, and I’m preparing to deploy the construction crew that’s working on it to reshape Waterdeep,” Casalos replied calmly.
A group of dragon-vein kobolds, carrying various magical tools and mechanical equipment, were the first to file out of the portal. They wore uniform work clothes and exquisite badges pinned to their chests, clearly indicating they were well-trained. Following closely behind were squads of dragon-vein goblins, carrying measuring instruments and computing devices.
Most striking were the rows of steel golems—these golems had multi-legged structures or tracked chassis to adapt to different terrains, and looked more like engineering machines created by the Gond followers than traditional magical creations, but the magical fluctuations on them revealed their true nature.
Several dragon vein trolls were pulling these animated machines, and more large, complex structures were being transported over continuously.
The size of this force far exceeded everyone's expectations. Nearly ten thousand dragonblood kobolds, over a thousand dragonblood goblins, hundreds of dragonblood ogres and dragonblood trolls, and even more than two thousand gray dwarf psionicists... Such a massive force would be considered an elite army even in any powerful kingdom.
“What…what is this?” Piergelen swallowed hard. He couldn’t understand why a dragon could possess such a vast power, and why these evil creatures, who were often hostile races elsewhere, could work together in such an orderly manner under Casalos’s leadership.
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“Like I said, just an engineering team,” Casalos replied casually, then flew into the air and shouted to the entire team, “Listen up! Everyone, proceed according to the original command structure! Search and rescue, logistics support, guard duty, and security maintenance groups, each perform their duties! Prioritize searching for those creatures that still have vital signs! Remember, handle them with care; they are all delicate city residents. Killing one will result in a ten-gold-coin fine!”
The team immediately began deploying according to the original command structure. The psionicists dispersed, each displaying their inner power in their own unique way—some closed their eyes, some stretched out their arms, and some simply nodded slightly—beginning to mentally scan the surrounding ruins, searching for traces of buried life. Once found, a team of dragonvein kobolds would rush over, easily digging through the rubble and moving heavy objects with their meticulously designed excavators, then carefully carrying out the survivors. Dragonvein goblins were responsible for recording the structure and damage of each ruin, drawing a disaster map of the entire city. The dragonvein trolls and ogres focused on moving the overly heavy building debris, and a team of warlock-like trolls even used spells to temporarily stabilize or float collapsed buildings to allow the rescue team to enter.
Meanwhile, a joint patrol composed of dragons, half-dragon warlocks, and surviving watchmen and city guards began patrolling throughout the city, cracking down on any opportunists attempting to take advantage of the chaos. After all, Waterdeep, as the crown jewel and glorious city of the North, had long been home to a large number of bandits, outlaws, and other criminals from all over the Sword Coast. Now that the tsunami had passed and magic had returned to its former tranquility, these people were beginning to stir, hoping to profit from the disaster.
Most astonishing were the steel golems and animated machines, which could move massive boulders that even trolls couldn't budge with ease and stability. Some of these machines clearly incorporated magical detection devices, enabling them to pinpoint signs of life within the ruins.
The entire rescue operation was so efficient that Piergelen and his team could only watch in stunned silence. This efficiency was dozens of times greater than their previous hours of rescue work!
“This…this is simply unbelievable,” Elminster murmured to himself. “They are highly trained and well-equipped…this doesn’t seem like a hastily assembled team, but rather an organization that has undergone years of professional training. And these machines, I have never seen such advanced living creations.”
Casalos landed beside the mages and said casually, "That's why I said they were an engineering team."
"An engineering team? Ha!" Kelben Blackstalk sneered. "Who do you think you can fool with such nonsense? This is clearly a well-trained army! Moreover, these races you've tamed are far stronger than the average level we know of! You're turning Waterdeep into your territory!"
Casalos blinked, his dragon face covered in blocky scales looking at the Harp Master with a half-smile: "Are you questioning me, Master Kelburn? In such a critical moment, shouldn't you be thanking me for my help? Besides, Waterdeep is my territory, isn't it?"
Shaving suddenly interrupted the conversation: "I believe Casalos; it really just wants to help Waterdeep."
Kelben Black Staff and Fang Dragon exchanged a glance, both their eyes filled with complex emotions. Finally, the Black Staff Master sighed: "Alright, saving lives is the priority right now. But afterwards, Casaroz, you must explain the origins of this 'engineering team' to the Alliance of Secret Lords of Waterdeep."
“Of course.” Casalos readily agreed, but inwardly he was not convinced. Not all members of the Secret Lords Alliance were strong. Many of them had also suffered heavy losses in the tsunami. Only nine were confirmed to be alive, and eight of them had already been won over by him. The situation couldn’t be more favorable to him.
In an instant, the entire city of Deepwater was enveloped in a strange atmosphere of bustling activity. Dragons soared through the streets; magic shimmered amidst the ruins; and temporary pontoon bridges rose from the water. From afar, it looked as if a massive, sophisticated machine had begun to operate, piecing together the severely damaged city.
Casalos stood on the high ground, watching all of this with satisfaction.
The tsunami washed away Waterdeep's past, but it cannot take away its future. From this day forward, this human-dominated city will truly, as its urban language suggests, have more non-human races participating in its development... and this is just the beginning.
2. Afterwards
Three days later, the initial rescue work in Waterdeep was basically completed, and all the residents who were still alive under the rubble were dug out. This was largely thanks to the help of the grey dwarf psionicists, who could directly use psionic energy to detect faint signs of life under the rubble, which was far more efficient than ordinary spells.
Casalos stood atop a newly erected steel truss, overlooking the bustling construction site. Since arriving in Waterdeep, he had barely rested, first attacking Melkor's temple, then suppressing Baal's threat, and finally directing post-disaster strategic command to ensure that rescue and relief efforts proceeded as planned.
"The entire sewer system has been inspected. The main structure is intact, and only one-third of the area needs to be rebuilt." A kobold engineer from the Dragonvein handed over the report, speaking standard Common Tongue more fluently than many humans. "As per your instructions, we have begun reinforcing the foundation with steel trusses, and we expect to complete the reinforcement of the main road within five days."
Casalos nodded, his gaze sweeping over the massive steel pillars being installed in the distance, quite satisfied. These materials had been urgently transported from Dragon Territory; they were all standardized, mass-produced steel components, capable of being quickly assembled into a sturdy frame structure. No city on the continent of Faerûn possessed such advanced construction technology.
"What is the situation regarding refugee resettlement? Meanwhile, have those criminals who took advantage of the chaos been brought under control?"
"It's all done, my lord." Another kobold administrator wearing gold-rimmed glasses rushed over, holding a wooden board engraved with detailed numbers. "The container houses have housed 42,361 homeless residents, including 9,473 children and 4,128 elderly people. Each family has been allocated an independent space with basic living facilities. As for the criminals, the joint patrol has executed nearly 318 lawbreakers who attempted to take advantage of the chaos and 1,264 troublemakers who spread rumors and took the opportunity to spread evil cult beliefs. They have also arrested and exiled 2,674 refugees who seriously disrupted order and looted supplies. The city's security is now basically stable."
Container houses are another innovation introduced by Casalos. These metal containers were first used in the underground dragon territories and began to be widely used as temporary functional construction sites during the construction of the astral city. Now, they are being used for the first time in disaster relief. They are mass-produced according to standard specifications and can be quickly assembled into temporary shelters. Compared with traditional tents or wooden houses, these container houses are much better in terms of waterproofing, fireproofing, and heat insulation. They can also be easily stacked as needed, solving the problem of limited usable space in post-disaster ruins.
“Hmm, let’s squeeze in a bit more. I estimate there are at least 20,000 homeless residents in Deepwater City who have nowhere to go. Let’s use all the remaining containers.” Casalos thought for a moment and then added, “From now on, let everyone take turns resting. We’ve been working for three days straight, and everyone needs to recover their energy.”
“Yes, my lord.” The two kobolds bowed and withdrew simultaneously.
Throughout the rescue operation, Casalos's influence in Waterdeep rapidly increased. From ordinary citizens to Watchers, from merchants to nobles, almost everyone felt awe and gratitude towards this powerful and capable dragon leader.
After all, no one could organize such efficient rescue and reconstruction efforts in just a few days after a city suffered such a disaster—aside from Baldur's Gate, which was practically a dead city after the plague and the Balra corpses, other cities in the Sword Coast such as Luskan, Neverwinter, and Ascatlan were also capable of such efficient work.
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The cities were hit by earthquakes and tsunamis of varying degrees. Now that magic has been restored, everyone's communication channels have also been largely restored. The bards used magical projection to provide a live report on what the cities are like now, which greatly boosted the morale of the residents of Waterdeep.