Hill silently turned his head to glance at Lathander. To make Lathander say such words showed just how horrifyingly and sickeningly vile the things were that Rose had done today.
Still, this was normal enough. Most relationships between gods involved deception, endless scheming, and—more directly—fighting on sight.
It was truly rare to use such a sickening method... Ghaunadaur appearing himself versus falling into Rose's hands were two entirely different matters.
After all, this lesser god of the Underdark rarely came out to openly make an enemy of the deities of the main world.
Rose was different, however. In order to become a greater divine power, she showed extreme eagerness regarding all affairs in Toril.
Presumably, it was not just Lathander; the gods watching this battle from the starry sky would have to consider how to face such a tragic and desolate future... It was likely that even Bane was looking askance at his temporary collaborator.
The moonblades unleashed in rapid succession by Shar's Dark Moon Orb began to stutter as the sun climbed higher.
The Black Spider perceived this keenly and smiled with a hiss, whereupon that huge tree roper lunged forward and instantly exploded into a purplish-red mist.
The Black Spider leaped nimbly, a thick strand of webbing snagging a severed Drow head that had rolled over from somewhere. Tugging the head along, she retreated at top speed and fled toward the Neverwinter Forest.
Hydra's twelve heads tilted backward together and pulled back rapidly. "Supreme God, watch out! The poison in there is weird. It feels a bit like Talona's true avatar descending—it's not pure poison."
"The Lady of Poison?" Shar spoke with reserved poise, her voice sounding low yet instantly ringing through the heavens. "It seems Talona prefers Rose's style over the normal world!
Then again, death and