Lathander was a little stiff as he turned back to face forward... that sinister gaze boring into his back was awfully sharp!
He really hadn't done anything~
It was just... while strolling down Mount Celestia, he'd spotted an acquaintance—well, an acquainted demon—and couldn't resist a little idle chatter.
Although the battle atop Mount Celestia had ended, with those destined to die dead, those destined to flee gone, and those destined to fall into devilhood already in Hell, not every demon and devil had left Mount Celestia directly.
After all, when the Life Pool exploded, plenty of demons and devils had died outright, but some had been flung into spatial rifts and landed in various corners of Mount Celestia.
Mount Celestia didn't have exits everywhere. To leave, they had to reach either the summit or the foot of the mountain.
So these fellows, whose luck was rather hard to judge, could only take their chances... if they landed on Mount Olympus, where most people had left and those remaining couldn't be bothered to meddle, they naturally only needed to take to their heels.
But if they landed among one of the bustling major pantheons, or in the territory of those Toril settlers thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, death was their only option.
Thus, Mount Celestia was still quite lively.
Of course, if the Order Gods were willing to lend a hand, Mount Celestia could quickly regain its former peace.
But the Order Gods couldn't even finish licking their own wounds, and one of their leaders had been lured away. How could they have the energy to care who lived or died among the pantheons below?
Some special beings, however, still had a chance of surviving even if they landed in the most dangerous places... but for those Demon Lords, the chance of