Sebek's eventual fate was simple enough.
To let his sole remaining giant crocodile find a route out through the sea with the three-meter-wide, five-meter-tall Teleportation Gate generator on its back, he had no choice but to hold out until the end.
After all, exhausting his divine power here would merely ruin the Mulhorandi Pantheon's plans. But if he lost that machine, he would be the one suffering later.
Helping Anhur enter Toril unnoticed was one thing; cutting off his own escape route was another. Since Sebek had betrayed others before, he naturally chose to look out for himself this time too.
The great crocodile had probably devoted all his attention to drawing the Undead's eyes to him... in those final moments, he threw nearly everything he had into a battle of storms against them.
An all-enveloping sandstorm collided with the Blizzard opposite it, creating enormous whirlwinds around the magic ship. It did seem to obscure the Undead's view.
Sebek was so tense that he completely failed to notice the Ice Blade Domain opposite him, which had consistently suppressed him, slowly fading away.
The enormous lotuses in the sea also slowly closed their petals and sank to the seabed along with their curling leaves.
Leonard had long since turned away and walked over to Edna to discuss what he had just heard from the Undead. "Was it because the Orcish Pantheon caused Mulhorand's defeat ten thousand years ago that, now they've run into trouble in their own universe, they've decided to come back to Toril... they clearly never thought much of Toril's gods' abilities.
"But times have changed. Ten thousand years was enough for these gods of Toril to grow strong enough to give anyone who looked down on them a rude awakening!
"Honestly... back before Shar changed her attitude, they