"Other than drifting through the Astral Plane for thousands or tens of thousands of years, did Helm have any other path?" Lathander looked at Selûne in bewilderment.
"Not really... but how tragic and heroic is that!" Selûne said with a serious expression. "Look, his avatar has already exploded, and Dendar only paused for a moment.
Now... Helm has even moved his Divine Kingdom next to the sun~"
"Oh~" Lathander laughed. "So he's prepared to sleep for ten thousand years~
That makes sense.
He really didn't make a single right choice, especially since... anyone could see that he preferred the girl who was Sharess's avatar~
But it's not that bad, really.
After all, men will be men~ After people mock him for a few centuries and a few generations have passed, someone will probably agree with what he did.
Cyric wasn't using a male body anyway."
Hill looked at Lathander, who remained utterly unmoved despite Toril being completely swallowed by darkness... The Sun Peacock was clearly more concerned about what Manx was doing.
It was obvious that these Gods who had survived since ancient times all understood this: since Ao could release Dendar, he naturally had the confidence to force him back down again.
Although Dendar, as one of the incarnations of cosmic darkness, could never be completely destroyed, severely wounding him once would at least keep him quiet for a thousand years.
Perhaps this dark serpent would set its sights on some other world by then!
In any case, Telashir would not fall within the serpent's range of interest. Ancient Gods like Dendar were not very willing to make an enemy of the World Tree.
After all, compared to those so-called Creation Gods, the World Tree was the one that truly created every last part of each universe by itself.