Shar, who had pushed the vines aside to better observe Hill's expression, quickly had a layer of gloom appear on her face.
There were only two kinds of Sorcerers who could be connected to her, the Goddess of Dark Night... those among the Primordials who had leaned toward darkness back then, and her Shadowfell Shadow Wraiths.
Of course, her former allies, those Shadow Demons that roamed freely through the void, could also count. But those things had all been locked in the Void Prison by Azuth because of their own greed.
It was precisely because those former allies had been so unreliable that she had chosen to create her own Shadowfell Shadow Wraiths.
However, her Shadow Wraiths found it difficult to appear outside the Shadowfell. At most, they could hide in the shadows of high-ranking believers and Chosen... ordinary followers who had never received Shar's blessing could not possess the power of shadow, so the Shadow Wraiths could not hide in their shadows.
In other words, it was the upper ranks of Shar's followers who were subject to her meticulous surveillance, while the little underlings were actually quite free.
But that could be considered a kind of fairness.
Those who did not need to borrow Shar's power and merely wanted to conduct a little murder and intelligence business under her banner naturally could not access more secrets. There was no need to monitor them, either.
At most, Shar would leave a mark on people who caught her interest. She would not spy on everyone.
Of course, whether these little underlings had the ability to escape the grasp of high-ranking shadow followers depended on themselves.
Even if someone did escape, no one would relentlessly pursue them... unless they had fled after prying into the shadow followers' secrets. Only then would they