Shar had no idea that her Chosen had already been driven mad by provocation. After all, she had never fought the Tree Roper at close range and could not possibly understand the rage and despair of watching strange fluids flow down one's own body.
To a certain extent, she truly viewed the Hydra with new respect. After all, most followers of Dark Night worshiped her for the sake of power.
A multi-headed serpent that had given up a Greater Divine Artifact because it valued cleanliness and dignity had finally earned some of her regard.
From the very beginning, she had never considered handing the Seat of Sakorsil to Ilmatra of the Ancient Night Temple or Herdestal of Dark Embrace.
After all, neither of them had witnessed it firsthand. Faced with disgusting rumors and overwhelming power, they might very well choose power.
Although Ilmatra and Herdestal were women, in some ways their pursuit of power was even more intense than that of the seemingly inhuman Hydra. They were also enemies. The moment they imagined allowing the other to benefit, they would rather choose to disgust themselves.
To what extent could women's rivalry go? Shar had no doubts when she imagined what she herself would do when facing Selûne.
But she did not trust those two Chosen... Even though they currently appeared utterly loyal and were even willing to open their hearts to the Daughter of Dark Night.
If Chosen really were as they appeared, how had Mystra ended up in her current state?
If this artifact chair were in the Shadowfell, Shar naturally would not care what methods anyone else used. But since this unexpected situation meant it had to remain in Toril, the Daughter of Dark Night was certain that someone—especially those Evil Gods and necromancers—would never give up on