Guess my ass!
Zalathorm glared furiously at Manx.
Who else could the god in Amn's Shadow Thieves be?
Had Myrkul returned from the Wraiths?
Was this bastard Devil who had appeared out of nowhere hoping to make him say that word?
He wanted godhood, and even if that failed, he had never planned to fall directly into evil!
What Halruaa Archmage daring to come here had not prepared two phylacteries for himself, waiting to die once and become a Lich outright?
What Mage would run off to risk his life without making any preparations?
The Gods of Toril had always settled accounts on the spot and never pursued old debts. Of course, perhaps the Overgod behind them did not permit it.
But that was precisely why they dared to take such risks.
But if he... if they really dared to say that name, they probably would not even get the chance to have their souls crushed into Lesser Imps, would they?
Which archdevil was this? "Depraved" was completely insufficient to describe him!
Was Hell empty? Was he planning to sweep up all the onlookers and take them back to fill the vacancies?
There were so many Gods, Mages, and Transcendents in heaven and on earth! Could Hell even hold that many people?
Helm's destructive power was no weaker than that of a Greater Divine Power!
Even if he no longer wanted to live, he could still take all these Chult troublemakers with him!
Manx smiled brilliantly, her face, still not much older than Midnight's, brimming with smug delight. "What? Could Helm possibly still have the courage to keep living?
"He could add another portfolio for himself, then... hmm... I wonder whether it would be courage or shamelessness?"
They were having quite an enjoyable chat, but the male lead whose true