The speaker was the Lord of Dawn, who ranked eighth!
His words were aimed directly at Mistris, the Goddess of Magic.
Clearly, he wanted to drag her into the fray.
After all, in the Pantheon as it stood, if anyone could openly stand against Lolth without falling behind, it was this Goddess of Magic, who, though newly ascended, already seemed to rival a greater power.
The War Overlord was stronger, but only his spokesman was present in the Pantheon. There was no question about his own authority, nor did any deity dare challenge it.
But in the current situation, Cyric could not possibly confront Lolth head-on on the War Overlord's behalf.
Of course, the Lord of Dawn's intentions could not escape the other deities present.
In an instant, every deity's gaze focused on the Goddess of Magic.
"The Wizard Council is, after all, only a mortal organization. It offers little that the gods of today can draw upon."
The implication was: this has nothing to do with me, so leave me out of it.
Mistris had served as the Wizard Council's vice speaker for over ten thousand years. Handling this sort of thing came naturally to her, without the slightest difficulty.
As far as Mistris was concerned, the fewer beings who held authority within the Pantheon, the better.
Her position could not be threatened under any circumstances anyway.
No matter how friendly she had been with some of them before her deification, she could not possibly stand up for them at a time like this and take on such a thankless task.
Besides, she was even preparing to sacrifice her own husband. What the hell did these so-called old friends count for?
Of course, if Mistris had known that several of the others were secretly members of the same organization,