Counterfeit

The purple mark on that person's forehead was easy to recognize: a left hand outlined in flames and pointing upward. It was clearly the holy symbol of Azuth, the god of wizards.

Azuth had once been the most powerful human wizard on Faerûn. He was the first missionary wizard and chief advisor of Mystra, the Goddess of Magic. He was also known as the Guardian of Wizards, the High One, the Hand of Arcana, the Lord of Spells, and more. His Divine Domains included Arcana and knowledge, and his alignment was Lawful Neutral.

Other than wizards, hardly anyone worshipped Azuth.

His presence was not particularly strong. His priests and temples were exceedingly rare, and his Divine Domains were broad, seemingly taking a share of common fields such as magic, knowledge, writing, and language.

Azuth belonged to the Goddess of Magic's pantheon. In no era or event had he ever been connected to an evil god.

Could the Chosen of the Evil God actually be me? Anse's thoughts churned as countless ideas surged through his mind.

The more he considered it, the more suspicious certain unreasonable details became. Why had the oracle left no name? Why had it sought out a mere casual believer like him? And the method by which divine essence identified the Chosen of the Evil God was simple and crude.

As long as the two sides came within a certain distance, the divine essence would immediately issue a warning and manifest itself, allowing both parties and everyone nearby to witness it.

Fortunately, the Chosen had only just appeared, and fortunately, this was the current situation. Otherwise, the two of them might have started fighting the instant their Holy Symbols manifested.

One could imagine that if the Chosen were frequently attacked, they would surely become paranoid and gradually