Shar, sitting firmly upon the Seat of Sakorsil, tilted her head slightly.
She also felt Vhaeraun's resolute attitude of marching to his death.
Although she did not know why this traditionally cunning and betrayal-prone Lord of Masks had turned into this state, Shar was very much aware of who had driven him to this extent.
She could not help but smile faintly... Rose never knew when to quit while she was ahead.
She wanted to unite the Drow Pantheon, and those soft-hearted gods could at best rescue Eilistraee with no other real options... With those benevolent gods, how could they possibly save those demigods who had made such a splash in the Abyss?
Yet that giant spider was always insatiably greedy, wishing to devour these weak drow deities while constantly expecting them to do more tasks for her before they died, not even sparing her own biological children... Killing two birds with one stone was naturally a good thing, but she failed to check whether her spider legs were long enough!
Hmph!
Wait... Shar's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when the soul light faintly illuminated by the Dark Moon Orb swept across Vhaeraun's head, who was that crying silver-haired woman deep within his soul? Eilistraee?
Vhaeraun actually chose not to devour his own sister?
No wonder his strength was not as formidable as she imagined... at best a bit stronger than the Hydra.
Shar could not help glancing at the Lord of Masks, for she had always looked down on this drow who turned his life into a joke... She had no idea what was wrong with this fellow's brain, as he always betrayed others inexplicably.
Father, sisters, wife, and son were all cast aside completely, yet he remained endlessly reluctant to part with his mother Rose, who treated him