Selûne shook her head. "The Nature Pantheon has never involved itself in the Path of Fate. Their followers are only connected to nature; they certainly do not care whether humanity exists or not.
When Dendar emerges, Sylvanus and the others will definitely come. But before that... they will never waste their divine power on anything.
Malar isn't dead yet. Sylvanus can afford to wait."
"Chauntea is simply cowardly," Shar added flatly. "Whenever something happens, she pulls in her neck and waits for someone else to solve it. That has always been her usual tactic.
She might even care more about Malar's safety."
Selûne turned to look at Shar. "Are you saying Chauntea is using Malar?
She wouldn't go that far..."
"Wouldn't she?" Shar sneered, cutting off her sister. "Which poses a greater threat to agriculture: those Druids so extreme they have gone mad, or Malar's followers?
Without Malar so frantically obstructing every race's agriculture, who would worship an Earth Goddess whose only ability was farming?
They only hope her power can stop Malar's unrestrained followers from burning fields and slaughtering innocent farmers, don't they?"
"Chauntea... isn't that clever," Selûne said slowly after some thought.
"But after enjoying the benefits Malar brought her, she never truly wanted to eliminate him completely!
Don't talk to me about family affection. What kind of family affection is that, letting Malar offend the entire world?
Corellon's treatment of Vhaeraun was understandable, at least... though he could not kill his own son, he still kept Vhaeraun's harm to a minimum.
If Rose had not acted so disgustingly, Vhaeraun would not have ended up where he was today."
A streak of black light suddenly burst from the black cat statue in the fountain.
"Tch, I know. Go back to sleep! What are you going crazy for?
Yes,