Calim's approach seemed pointless... By splitting himself into so many pieces, he had made it possible for even a Demigod to wipe out the hurricanes he had become, one by one.
The Air Genasi was clearly just buying time... A powerful god who could dispatch Memnon with a single move could certainly dispatch him just as easily.
Yet this tactic unexpectedly put Amaunator in a bind: the Sun God did not have enough attacks left.
The power he had used at first still came from Amaunator's Holy Grail... He had been able to form this avatar so easily because he had long ago left a sliver of his soul in his cup.
He had never used it before because Ao had not given his approval, and Amaunator had not dared to act without it.
Just look at the Dead Three: Bane was alive, Bhaal could still struggle on, but Myrkul, the strongest of them, had been reduced to scraps!
Bane and Bhaal together were not as strong as Myrkul. But Ao had no intention of giving the god of the dead who had angered him another chance. Even the fragment of Myrkul's soul attached to the helmet had retained no memories.
To live well in Toril, he could not offend Ao! After all this time, Amaunator had finally grasped that reality... He was not like Selûne and Shar, embodiments of Toril's Primordial Power who could shake mountains with the slightest movement.
He might have looked like a glorious Sun God, but in Ao's eyes, he was worth less than a single hair on Mystryl's head!
But who could have imagined that Mystryl would be so devoted to fairness that she would sacrifice her own life?
Ever since waking, Amaunator had been thinking about the past. The more he thought, the