Waterdeep.
More than forty meters underground.
Inside an excavated underground fortress.
As the Lord of Murder, the God of Slaughter...
A being who presided over related divine portfolios.
For some time now, Bhaal had constantly felt somewhat unsettled.
There was an indescribable sense of foreboding in his heart.
If he had been an ordinary person.
Then this sort of feeling would probably have amounted to nothing more than an illusion.
But as a god—and one with certain Special Authorities.
Even though he had fallen on hard times and his strength had plunged severely, that feeling still gave rise to an intense tension deep within Bhaal's heart.
It felt as though he could personally see the star of death omens flashing madly above his head.
Making him nervously sift through every possible source of danger.
In an attempt to make emergency repairs before the crisis erupted in full.
But after some attempts and calculations.
He ultimately abandoned that plan.
Because...
There were simply too many problems. There was no way to patch them all up.
The Fate Stone Tablet that might be exposed alone.
Was enough to make countless mortals and gods set their sights on him.
And if all his old enemies were added to the mix...
That would be nothing short of a sea of fire and boiling water!
Therefore.
Compared with remedial measures that held little hope.
It was more practical to find a way to improve his own hard power, or figure out how to run.
At the very least, in Sage Form, his raw strength already stood at the peak of the current World of Toril. As long as he made preparations, his ability to preserve his life was beyond question.
Under these circumstances.
Logically, Bhaal ought to have joined forces with his two teammates.
Namely