Lathander had never regretted the so-called Dawn Cataclysm he had unleashed.
He knew very well that, in the beginning, his friends in the Elven Empire's royal houses had been willing to help him push this forward because it truly had a chance of succeeding.
And a very great one at that.
Moreover, Lathander had given them a final safeguard... Though being confined to a Divine Kingdom would be boring for Elves, the entire nation would be moving there together, so life would not be all that different. Even their usual old rivals would be coming along, so life would not be entirely without ripples.
That was an outcome they could bear.
In fact, the reason they had ultimately failed was that they had overlooked one thing: Toril belonged to a certain being... and that being was not a Supreme God as generous and magnanimous as Corellon.
Lathander had expected Ao to stop him, but he had never imagined that old fellow would go so far, even at the cost of offending Corellon!
Do not think Corellon had truly done nothing and then gladly accepted after Ao offered a little compensation.
From then on, Corellon and the Elven Pantheon had never again taken action for Toril's safety itself!
Before that, Corellon had personally stepped forward to defend Toril against invasions from the Bottomless Abyss and the Devils of Hell!
The fact that Toril's High Forest had eventually fallen into such a miserable state was also closely related to the Father of Elves gradually shifting his focus away from Toril.
Elves might seem to be everywhere on Toril now, but compared to the age of the Elves, they could only be considered scattered settlements.
Most Elves with purer bloodlines had actually relocated as entire clans.
Back in the distant age of the