Lathander said nothing, only glancing at Hill... the appearance of this Nature Mage had not been part of the Fate Tablet's calculations!
Shar gave a cold laugh. "That was Midnight... after being unlucky for so long, she finally got lucky for once.
"Otherwise, even if Saffras had truly tricked her, Ao would not have intervened. But once everything was over, he would have stepped in to arbitrate... a Goddess of the Magic Weave without emotions or opinions of her own would have been perfectly fine too, wouldn't she?"
Icewind Dale had already reached the battlefield, but even the tremendous roar created by the Undead charging at the Orcs with loud shouts did nothing to warm the suddenly frigid atmosphere in the Floating Castle.
Even when the Red Knight, aided by the Undead, rode a tall warhorse and sent that Orc war god flying with a single lance strike, the people and Gods aboard the Floating Castle merely gave a few distracted laughs of approval.
Everyone here actually understood that Overgod very well, so they knew that what Shar had said was the real Ao.
"Forget it... why make the old man sound so terrifying?" Selûne finally broke the false calm. "Besides... the current Edna is quite good too, isn't she?"
Hill lowered his head and continued studying those strange items, his heart filled with nothing but coldness... if not for his and the Undead's appearance, the outcome Shar spoke of would have been the true future.
Therefore, no matter how friendly Ao appeared to be toward him, Hill would not offer him trust even as thin as one of Selûne's hairs.
No matter how well Ao treated Shar and Selûne, Hill remained wary of him... leaving Tyr aside, even Mystra had received no mercy from that Overgod.
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