Lathander could not help frowning.
He had not intended to do anything. He was merely borrowing a route, so why had Graz'zt even sent Six-Finger to keep an eye on him?
With that spare time, Graz'zt might as well go arm-wrestle the Order Gods on Mount Celestia. He should not let those two-headed apes take all the benefits!
He tilted his head slightly and noticed that Graz'zt was only watching from afar. He looked at Lathander less often than he looked at Baalzebul, the Duke of Maladomini sent by the Nine Hells.
Tsk, the Lord of Lies in Hell, facing the Dark Lord renowned for cunning in the Abyss... Hm? Was that Cyric peeking around behind them?
Why was that guy looking at him, Lathander?
Wait... Cyric was watching Baalzebul?
If the World Tree had not been right before his eyes, Lathander would never have been able to resist the urge to turn around!
Did Cyric think lies were the only core divine portfolio he had?
He even wanted to stab Devils whose names had anything to do with lies!
But were those not two different things?
Had Cyric gotten even crazier?
As his thoughts raced, Lathander suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning... Dark Sun Cyric!
How had he completely failed to think of Cyric?
If Toril's sun truly became dual-core, did Amaunator, with that brain of his, still think he could fight Cyric?
Tsk...
No wonder Shar had been unable to resist adding fuel to the fire, even though she knew that speaking would only make Lathander more wary!
Lathander could not help clenching his fists, his fingers digging deeply into his palms... He had to control himself and keep his mental power from scattering because his mind was too shaken.
Even though his Dawnlight