Mossy Valley—uh, no, the Creation Plains.
Although the Godslayer players had all withdrawn to the Maginot Line, the brothers of the Azure Wolf Army were still stationed here. A few days ago, Lady Triss had given the gnoll players a quest. She wanted to conduct a mysterious psychic experiment using the Hunting Lord's collapsing divine realm, so she'd asked the gnolls to search every nook and cranny of the crumbling realm one more time.
The job wasn't difficult. The divine realm was continually shrinking, and its interior had become very small. Moonlit Wildwolf and his buddies quickly collected everything they could pick up. Then Lady Triss sealed the fragments of the divine realm inside a swirling mass of blue-green clouds.
The players had no idea what Lady Triss was doing, but that didn't stop them from divvying up the spoils on the spot.
All kinds of odds and ends were piled on the ground. It looked pretty shabby, like an old man setting out antiques at a street stall. But considering these things had come straight out of a divine realm, calling them "artifacts" was probably fair enough.
"Lord Murphy should've been gentler. Look at all this junk. I'm embarrassed just looking at it."
Squatting on the ground, tail swishing as he counted the loot, Furry Great Immortal grumbled:
"He went way too hard and smashed all this stuff. They're rare and strange, sure, but now they're basically useless, unless we take them back and give them to the crafting players as raw materials."
"You should be grateful."
Beside him, Boss Lion Beast leaned on a flashy bone katana. A stalk of sweetroot grass jutted from his mouth, and he'd draped a cape over his shoulders. He curled his lip and said:
"If Lord Murphy hadn't gone all out against