Pure black or white was never good for the world as a whole.
Just as Soren respected the Lord of Radiance's noble faith, he would never agree with his ideals. Even the Lord of Radiance's daughter, the Goddess of Agriculture, who had inherited the Mother of the Earth's portfolio, could not agree with him on this. Otherwise, she would not have established a pantheon of her own.
Devils were always so cautious.
Once their probing attacks began meeting resistance from the deities' churches, they immediately cut back on their covert activities.
Unlike the Elemental Ancient Gods, most other gods had their churches in the Material Plane. It was a vital source of followers for them, so regardless of whether they were good or evil, the gods shared one overarching goal: they absolutely could not allow the Material Plane to fall under the devils' control.
It was a peaceful night.
Soren did not know when he had grown so accustomed to watching the stars at night, but they could tell him how the gods were faring.
The stars in the sky were dim.
Although there had been little fighting lately, deities of quasi-divinity still fell one after another, such as Urogalan, the halflings' God of Death.
He had fallen.
There had been no warning, and his fall seemed connected to Naram, the God of Death.
Naram, the God of Death, was known as the Enemy of Good, the Life Abhorrer, the Darkness Herald, the King of Gloom, and the Flesh Reaper.
His worship in the Material Plane was concentrated in the Desert Region. He was not a deity who relied on the Material Plane as his primary source of faith; Naram also had churches in other planes. It was much like how almost all drow worshipped Lolth, the Spider Queen. Wherever