'Bane, Myrkul, Bhaal...'
'Ambitious, fond of adventure... and with ample motive...'
'It seemed that, regarding the theft of the Fate Stone Tablet...'
'The problem should lie with those three...'
Once again sensing Bane, Myrkul, and Bhaal concealing their powers together and vanishing without a trace with abruptness beyond measure, the Mysterious Lady, who had been secretly observing the three all along—and who was also the second Goddess of Magic—gradually began to form some guesses about the whole matter.
However, due to the lack of evidence, she was still unable to be completely certain.
After all, given their ability to hide themselves, even she could not easily see through them at this time.
Still.
She had already had a premonition.
Perhaps once she discovered where those three went whenever they vanished together at regular intervals, the truth would naturally come to light.
In fact, it was precisely as she realized this that the invisible River of Destiny, which connected all things, finally flowed to a special juncture.
Orsaga, who stood above Destiny, and the various Gods Above Gods likewise judged from this that the gods' chaos was about to enter its later stages.
In practical terms, it was like the idea of the atomic bomb during a world war finally being formally proposed and prepared for implementation.
This caused Orsaga to casually remark:
"But the game between us doesn't seem to have made much progress yet."
"Not a single god has died..."
"If things keep going like this, then according to the Game Rules of Odd or Even, I'll be the one who wins, hmm~"
On this plane, zero was an even number.
And the game Orsaga and the Lady of Pain had chosen back then was to guess whether the final number of fallen gods would be even or odd.