However, Lathander merely smiled faintly... If Shar wanted to be open and honest before her lover, then she could go right ahead.
But he had no intention of exposing his own goal.
There were some things he had always been deeply puzzled by... For instance, why was Amaunator so certain that a wisp of divine soul hidden in a cup could truly make him want to become the new Sun God?
Although Lathander had always loved the sun, what he loved was its brilliant radiance... not the Big Fireball itself.
And besides, the reason he had once entertained that thought was naturally because he hoped that, after gaining all the Sun God's divine power, he could wrestle with Ao.
His goal was the Sun God Pantheon... Only by giving the sun the energy of an entire pantheon could it gain the right not to be treated as a chess piece by Ao.
Just like the Elven Pantheon and the Nature Pantheon.
At the very least, they possessed autonomy.
Rather than being like the scattered so-called Faerûnian pantheon... What a joke. He, the first ray of light on Toril, was only worthy of having a name in Faerûn!
Not to mention those primordial continents. Even the Heavenly Court of the Dragonborn could hang across the heavens, leaving him unable to gain even a shred of faith power.
Though Lathander did not absolutely need that bit of faith, that... he not wanting it did not mean others could strip him of his right to it.
The old Lathander had not cared, but after Taiji's fall, he finally understood why his lover had always been steeped in melancholy and kept trying to extend her reach beyond Toril... She had been leaving herself a sliver of hope for survival.
However, after the Sun God