As Iolam filled in all sorts of details in his own mind and barely managed to carry on a completely mismatched conversation with Sodda.
Inside Sigil City.
She sensed what was happening in the distance.
"..."
As the other party's immediate superior, Lady of Pain felt a little speechless and helpless.
But.
She did not make any remarks over it.
Or rather.
She accepted reality quite directly.
Because she understood that a creature's thoughts were constrained by its own understanding.
Ignorant fools, unknowing fools... no matter what they thought, there was only so much value in it.
She did not expect anything from them.
So long as they obediently played the role of a chess piece, that was enough.
Of course.
It did not matter if they did not want to play that role.
Once they had entered the game, it was no longer their choice...
At this moment, following her thoughts.
Time, space, fate, causality, matter, energy...
Everything with form and without form became threads in Lady of Pain's hands, constantly pushing countless matters toward the direction she desired.
Whether it was the distant World of Toril or certain worlds even farther away.
In her eyes.
There was no difference.
Everything within them, whether things that had already happened or things yet to happen.
Even the thoughts and intentions of every living being.
All of it was clearly visible.
There were no secrets whatsoever!
Except... for the place known as Scorching Hell within the Nine-Layered Hell.
There, the presence of Orsaga's power was like an incomparably murky Great Vortex, continuously twisting the possibilities of things.
To a certain extent, it blocked the God Above Gods' authority over all things, causing slight errors in her judgment.
For example: originally, an apple on a certain tree could only fall upon the