Not long after.
In the vast, boundless void beyond the Material Plane.
Within the Pantheon, a place unreachable by mortals.
Amid immense, ear-splitting roars and dazzling multicolored radiance.
A high platform made from ninety-nine tiers of gray stone slowly emerged.
At that very moment.
The gods who had left phantom images within the Pantheon all sensed something.
Thus, crossing the barriers of time and space, they projected a portion of their consciousness here.
Then, beneath the gods' watchful gazes.
Upon that lofty, ancient platform, an altar-like structure was swiftly constructed.
There, arrayed—or rather, enshrined—was a peculiar stone tablet forty centimeters wide, seventy centimeters long, and twenty centimeters thick!
The instant they saw it, there was no need for deliberate examination.
Every observer instinctively felt an intense desire for possession rise within their hearts.
A supreme treasure!
No communication or pretense was needed.
That shared thought arose directly and plainly in every god's heart!
Along with it.
Came greed.
Yet, driven by that emotion.
Some gods understood that the thing was beyond their reach.
Thus, though they still found it difficult to part with, they quickly calmed themselves.
They did not dwell too much on the treasure itself.
Others, however, due to the negative effects of their nature or divine domains, possessed no such equanimity.
Even knowing full well that it did not belong to them, they still harbored an exceptionally stubborn reluctance to let it go.
Because, in their eyes, it was absolutely a treasure that could make them extraordinarily powerful!
Then.
Before they could begin pondering or fantasizing about the stone tablet's origins.
AO's calm, steady voice—one that instinctively inspired awe—silently echoed throughout the Pantheon, answering every doubt in their hearts:
"Do not be surprised. This is a treasure known as the Fate Stone Tablet."
"Its history stretches back