But what about Lolth? She was not even a thousand years old. Among elves, that made her little more than a brat who had just reached adulthood.
Even measured by human lifespans, her age barely amounted to a fraction of Shar's.
Yet someone like her had risen to the heavens in a single leap, not only easily crossing the threshold Shar had yearned in vain to cross, but reaching heights Shar had never even dared imagine.
How could Shar not be jealous?
Yes, Lolth had been plotted against by the Elf Empress, fallen into the Abyss, fused with a demonic orb until she was neither human nor ghost, and even been driven half-mad by the erosion of faith.
But compared to gaining the strength of a greater power in one leap, none of that was worth mentioning.
Across the entire world, without a single exception, ask any Legendary to trade places with Lolth, and not one would refuse.
Shar, at least, would have been more than happy to.
Why wasn't Shar jealous of the other greater power, the War Overlord?
The War Overlord was, after all, the first being to achieve deification. Back then, deification had meant gambling with his life, and afterward, he had paid the price of losing his sanity to ascend to greater power.
One could say that throughout his journey, the War Overlord had actively staked his life on every struggle.
He deserved everything he had gained.
Though enviable, it inspired little jealousy.
Although Lolth had also faced several life-and-death crises to reach this point, they had all been forced upon her. She had reached this point purely through good fortune!
People blessed with good fortune inevitably inspired jealousy.
"Then I'd like to see just what gives Lady Lolth the confidence to judge whether he qualifies!"