"Yeah..." Mevis replied without much sincerity. Her mind was nowhere near this.
Mevis was a kind person, but she was not selflessly devoted to the greater good. In her worldview, some things simply mattered more than others. Were the people of Faerun suffering? Of course she cared. But compared to Solam, the people of Faerun had to take a back seat.
Though Mevis was a great mage, she was still a woman at heart. Simply put, she cared more about her own family. It was no different from ordinary people. For example, who would lose sleep and appetite over Syrian refugees? They might mutter a few comments and curse those Western bastards online, then get on with life. Everyone had their own life to live, after all. As far as this loser author was concerned, compared to the suffering of the Syrian people, he cared more about subscriptions and next month's paycheck.
Oh, right, and The Saga of Tanya the Evil movie...
That was Mevis's mindset. Naturally, she was worried about the suffering of Faerun's people, but she was even more worried about her nephew, Solam!
Moreover, the contents of that divine oracle had always felt deeply unreal to Mevis. Solam was in the Abyss? He had become a demon lord? And not just any demon lord, but an exceptionally powerful one? He had already conquered four planes and was said to be the strongest demon lord in the entire Abyss apart from the five great powers?
Even with Mevis's composure, she could not help but blurt out, "What the hell? Is that real?"
Actually, Mevis still did not know the full story. Otherwise, she would probably have wondered whether she had encountered a fake Mystra!
The matter of the Abyss's five great powers had now spread throughout the entire