"Buzzz~~"
Amid a deafening, muffled rumble.
The heavily sealed doors were finally opened.
The entirety of the underground chamber slowly revealed itself before Shar's eyes.
At its very core, something floated silently.
Though it gave off no unusual energy fluctuations.
Wisps of multicolored radiance continuously curled around it.
Beyond that.
The patterns upon it seemed like some kind of living creature.
They were constantly shifting.
Though their meaning was unclear and impossible to comprehend.
They inexplicably made the thing seem incredibly powerful and dazzling...
At the very least, after seeing it.
Everyone's first impression was that this thing looked damned impressive...
Shar, Tyr, Mystra... even the gods were no exception.
And the object now entering Shar's sight and drawing all of her attention.
Was nothing else.
Than the treasure known as the Fate Stone Tablet!
The very source that had sparked the Cataclysm of the Saints, sending the gods tumbling into the mortal world to struggle upon the earth, unleashing a series of havoc!
"What a peculiar treasure..."
After staring at the Fate Stone Tablet with a slightly entranced gaze for a while.
Shar quickly withdrew the greed and yearning from her eyes, forcibly reining them in.
Because she knew that this was not something she could possess.
Its owner, the God Above Gods—AO, who seemed to possess little sense of presence, was likely watching her right at this very moment...
As for the Death Three Gods—Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul—who had already croaked and had stolen this thing from the Pantheon...
It had to be said.
In Shar's eyes, that was an exceptionally rare classic joke, one she could savor for years.
Even Yeg—the Ancient God of Death who had divided his power among those fellows back then—probably never could have imagined that he would randomly select three such peerless,