BGM for this chapter: Chikyuu gi (Globe).
"Milko! Hurry! What are you waiting for?!!!" Bane, whose entire body was completely unable to move, roared at the rat before him.
"No, I can't do it! It's too complicated! I need time! Squeak, squeak!"
Milko, whose entire body was on fire and who was nearly turning into charcoal, felt like he was going insane as well.
The feeling was like the terror and insignificance they had felt when they were still mortals, when they first encountered the god of death, Yeg, seated upon his throne of bones at the end of their journey.
Though they had never revealed it to any other being and had never wished to admit it in their hearts, there was one fact they could not deny:
The only reason the three of them had become gods was that a god of death, disheartened by his divine station, had cast aside all responsibility in a malicious joke.
Even though the crisis of survival and their yearning for greater authority and power had driven them to continuously absorb every scrap of knowledge within their reach like thirsty sponges, a few short thousand years of accumulation still left them far, far too lacking in knowledge and understanding compared to true deities.
So Milko discovered in despair that, even though they already held the key to the Seat of Divine Authority in their hands, they still had no idea how to use or control it.
"We don't have any more time! If we keep waiting, we'll vanish from this world completely! Don't hesitate! Do something, now!"
Bane's eyes were equally bloodshot, filled with the madness of a desperate final gamble.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—whoosh."
The void creature still bound to Mystra likewise seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, twitching and swaying