Shar did not even glance at Selûne's theatrics. That woman would not behave herself until she had gotten herself killed again.
For Shar, who had spent hundreds of thousands of years with Selûne, this kind of playing dumb and acting crazy was not even enough to move her.
She had always used Selûne's bullshit as an excuse to make a move because every reason she could find to act was precious.
But that did not mean she was truly angry... Getting angry at such a shameless rascal only proved that you still cared about her.
Shar did not know when it had begun, but Selûne's actions had rarely stirred her emotions anymore... Perhaps enough warm love had satisfied the last trace of feeling she possessed, so she no longer clung stubbornly to memories of the past.
When dealing with matters related to Selûne, she already had enough rationality.
As far as Shar was concerned, as long as she could still keep Selûne down, everything else was easy to handle.
Unless things reached the final moment, Lathander and Amaunator would never cooperate... even if they knew Shar was doing something heinous.
After all, the people being harmed were not them.
The Gods of Toril had long grown accustomed to whoever was targeted handling the problem themselves.
Unless the world faced collapse, they would not join forces lightly.
How many years would pass before an accidental encounter like this world's happened again?
Even though she had already appeared openly in Chult... Shar could not possibly abandon all her covert methods.
She had merely become more concealed and more meticulous in her schemes.
Although William kept his distance and tried not to concern himself with Toril's affairs, Shar could still see the occasional sigh he let out when faced with the mass deaths