Thus, no matter how displeased he was, the Lord of Radiance could only give up on Solam. Lathander had indeed intended to judge Digla, but it was not absolutely necessary. He was more annoyed with Solam—a follower of an evil god who actually dared to disrespect him?
Did he know who was in charge now?
Solam had acted on his own without even asking for his opinion. It was utterly audacious, a grave act of disrespect! Solam's subsequent resistance had displeased Lathander even more.
That was what led to the pressure that followed.
But compared to Beshaba's madness, Lathander wisely chose to yield.
After the Lord of Radiance backed down, Beshaba did not press the matter. Of course, this was rare. Beshaba was exceedingly petty, yet for Solam's safety, she actually restrained her urge to keep causing trouble for Lathander.
Beshaba decisively withdrew her will as well. The sight of Lathander irritated her. Since she could not cause him trouble, she might as well spare herself the sight of him.
Once the two wills departed at the same time, the pressure on Solam instantly vanished. The moment that crushing weight disappeared, Solam nearly collapsed to the ground. Yet he still forced himself to stand firm and walked resolutely toward Digla.
Covered in wounds and barely conscious, Solam stood before Digla. He raised the dagger in his hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect to cause you trouble again in the end. But I suppose this will be the last time. Oh, and don't worry about the Crimson Queen. I've linked minds with her before. She has no interest in this place."
Solam's consciousness was drifting farther and farther away. Digla's words sounded hazy in his ears, as though he were speaking from the horizon. Still, Solam barely pulled at the corners