"That still isn't right," Shar said firmly. "Whether Demons or Devils, they certainly have trouble controlling their greed and desires, but those Combat Angels wouldn't.
They knew their boss was being ganged up on over there. Normally, no matter how powerful the obstacles ahead were, they would have charged recklessly to the Life Pool and carved a bloody path for Asmodeus!
But now, they were still fighting those weakest Order Gods.
That was completely unlike them.
Indeed, even the weakest Order Gods could not be below Greater Divine Power... but after the Combat Angels fell, their combat strength had grown stronger!
They had once been able to trap a powerhouse like Miska for days and nights. Though Asmodeus had led them back then... did these few even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as Miska?"
"Do you know the Order Gods surrounded by the Combat Angels, Shar?" Lathander asked thoughtfully.
"Hm?" Shar frowned, thought for a while, then shook her head. "I know even less about Mount Celestia than Selûne does. I only know the few who appear often."
"Those few probably aren't the problem." That was the only thing Lathander could be certain of. "They may not be much, but Mount Celestia still acknowledges them at their core... they should not be so easily tempted."
Hill immediately understood what Shar and Lathander were discussing... they thought Asmodeus might have tempted an Order God... into falling into Hell?
Wasn't that a little too absurd?
Though those fellows had neither integrity nor morals, and were selfish and black-hearted, they did possess one surprisingly admirable quality: no matter what they fought over, they remained united.
They could come to blows over the smallest matter, but in essence, they were always just 'a tangled mess.'
Even Hill, who did not know