Lathander quickly filled Amaunator in on the fundamental rules of this world.
Amaunator stared at the shell that had been left on the ground, utterly unresponsive. "If I still can't calm down, is that over there the contingency you prepared?"
"It's already over," Lathander replied with a smile.
Amaunator froze for a second.
Then he turned and called out to Kossuth, who was still locked in combat with the Netherwater Goddess behind him. "Kossuth, we have no chance of succeeding anymore. There's no need to continue."
There was not the slightest trace of surprise on Lathander's face.
Unlike Selûne, who stood dazed before the giant screen.
Or Hill, who was sitting on the sofa in a stupor.
Shar let out a cold sneer. "You didn't really believe Kossuth could become friends with someone who didn't care even when he saw him fighting for his life, did you?
"They're both famously selfish and arrogant.
"If they didn't have at least some friendship between them... would Kossuth have been able to maintain an alliance with someone dead for so many years?
"If you truly believe Amaunator doesn't care whether Kossuth lives or dies, then you're the idiots."
Hill had not believed that... he had seen the way Amaunator occasionally glanced toward the battlefield behind him.
He had merely thought Amaunator spoke that way because Kossuth was clearly not the one at a disadvantage.
Even if Kossuth and the Netherwater Goddess had lived for roughly the same number of years and their foundations were no different, he was bound to be somewhat stronger than her... after all, he was the only elemental god to have absorbed such a vast amount of faith.
Of course, he had mainly absorbed that power of faith to establish his own presence in various worlds, but it had