For now, let us not mention the Slaughterer of All Beings—a blade that could probably succeed in slaying a god even if it were held by an old lady with rheumatic legs.
Nor the Gith Fleet, which had casually one-shot a God Scourge—a true god-level ultimate boss in certain myths—as though it were some wild elite monster, utterly unaware of what it had done and still diligently pressing onward with its head down.
Let us turn the scene back to the World of Toril for now.
After a period of upheaval and various unexpected incidents.
Those gods who had been cast down into the mortal world, having recovered some of their power and grown a little bolder, gradually began stirring up all kinds of trouble.
For example, certain individuals of truly limited intelligence directly exposed their own identities.
And before long, mortals gradually learned what that meteor shower from over half a month ago had been about.
'A god had the audacity to steal an artifact from the God Above Gods, causing all gods to be driven down and have their powers restricted?'
Faced with such a situation, even the boldest madmen could not help but feel admiration in secret.
They could only cry out that gods really knew how to have fun!
If they were going to court death, they had to court the grandest death possible!!
Had they been mortals, they could not have courted such an enormous death even if it killed them...
The reason was simple: their abilities simply were not enough. Even if they wanted to court that kind of death, their hearts might be willing, but their strength would fall short...
At the same time, the many factions and individuals who learned that the gods had fallen on hard times could not help but