The ignored Zhentarim, even while barely clinging to life, still struggled to wriggle twice, bringing his foot close enough to kick the face of that bastard beside him.
Though the kick was limp and feeble, it still left two size-42 red-and-black footprints on the Talona follower's face.
The Knights crouching nearby with shields raised before William, ready to defend him at any moment, shifted slightly but ultimately chose to ignore it.
Even if those two wanted to try something underhanded, whatever poison or plague they had would disintegrate the instant they brought it out under the current circumstances.
A large-scale Purifying Light unleashed with the Verdant Codex would be insulting Lathander if it failed to last three days and nights.
Thus, even if the two thieves had some valuable reserves on hand, they had no courage left to make one last gamble.
Whether they were veteran followers or Chosen, they knew perfectly well that even if they possessed one-use weapons powerful enough to cause serious harm, using them against a God was nothing but a dream.
This was not Umberlee... the two thieves, having been away from Toril for too long, were still judging people by old standards.
Yet it was precisely because of those past experiences that they could sense the strength of the God before them... divine power was sometimes not much use. Sharess was a Greater Divine Power too! Let her try fighting Torm.
Divine domains mattered greatly.
Of course, a Lesser Divine Power with neither combat domains nor backing was genuinely weak.
Those who moved in divine power circles like they did all knew exactly what kind of beings could never be provoked.
The reason the story of Lathander being wounded and bleeding had been passed down for so long and shaken the entire world was