Sigil City.
Inside Lady of Pain's courtyard.
"It looks all right. I like this kind of reckless mess."
With a hint of gloating, after voicing his true thoughts, Orsaga could not help but sigh somewhat dissatisfiedly:
"Of course, it would be even better if they could make a bigger spectacle of it... These petty scuffles always lack a bit of flavor."
Although, in the eyes of the local natives, what was happening over in the World of Toril was already an exceptionally earth-shattering event.
For someone who enjoyed making big things happen and had seen much of the world, however,
a brawl among a group of gods whose power had been severely restricted still lacked some necessary spectacle and flavor, more or less...
It was like calling something an unrestricted deathmatch, then forbidding the use of weapons. It was supposed to be unrestricted—what was this?
At the very least, there was certainly no sense of sheer exhilaration to be had.
And what Orsaga had been looking forward to was precisely that unrestrained feeling...
In this regard,
whether it was Lady of Pain, AO, or the Order Serpents, their methods were all rather conservative.
They would not play games that went too far.
Casually destroying worlds was not among their considerations, and truly large-scale devastation was much the same.
They were nothing like the four Chaos Evil Gods of Warp Space who had once worked with Orsaga. Though their personalities and preferences still did not fit together like piss in the same pot, those four fellows' vile tastes had genuine substance to them...
They were bona fide evil gods!
For their own amusement, they would casually bring about world-ending calamities and plague all living beings!
Even from Orsaga's current perspective, many of the tricks those four had devised possessed no small