The comedy sketches had already filled the audience with interest in the performance of "The Fourth Wall," but some of the VIPs had begun holding private discussions.
Iyachtu Xvim, the first and most powerful Bane Godspawn, was hiding in a corner of the ordinary seating area.
He wanted to leave.
Xvim and Aaron had a rather shaky truce. The Bane Godspawn had originally hoped it would buy him some time to develop his power-and in fact, he had established his own faction in Thay during this period. He had quickly restored Bane's influence while subtly shifting the church's loyalty from Bane to himself.
Naturally, Xvim was still interested in Salian's Nine Books, but upon arriving, he had realized that he might have no chance of winning this contest.
There were far too many deities present!
Xvim could vaguely sense the auras of at least ten deities. The Bane Godspawn really had no confidence that he could get away unscathed.
"Let's wait and see," Xvim told the disguised Disma beside him.
Disma did not answer him, however. He merely stared blankly at the stage.
The Protagonist and the Supporting Character, huh?
Was becoming the protagonist really that hard?
Yes, it was!
In one of the private boxes, Manshoon, master of the Zhentarim and a legendary archmage, felt as though he had awoken from a very long dream.
When he heard his deputy speaking-a man in a high-collared white shirt and black coat, with striking features, deathly pale skin, and black eyes-Manshoon could remember only that this fellow was his deputy. Nothing else came to mind.
Damn it! I fell for it!
Manshoon clawed at his hair in frustration.
The original tricked me. This is a suicide mission. I...
"So, our inferior specimen, when do you plan to act?" The slender, black-eyed